Last Monday, a day after we had moved in, Kyle and I went to Home Depot and Publix. It was a domestic outing that took maybe an hour and a half. Before we left, we "dog-proofed" the house (without kitty litter for Clarence to eat, it was slightly easier. I know, gross). We happily went off on our adventure and when we returned home and opened the door, we were greeted with mounds and piles of flour and sugar. Yes, someone had chewed a very small opening into a box, dragged out the flour and sugar, and threw each in the air in a fit of absolute baking joy. There were no words to express how I felt. I instantly thought of just running away but then I started laughing and couldn't stop. It only took a mere hour and a half to clean...
"You can't prove nothin'"
"Circumstantial evidence! You don't know it was us!"
And this my friends, is why you adopt CATS.