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Originally Posted by RickyMaveety
Walking across the kitchen with a closed can of paint, I trip over a cat (of course, there HAS to be a cat lying on the floor in the kitchen), the can of paint sails out of my hands, hits the floor, the top pops off of it, and the next thing you know there is a HUGE puddle of red paint on the kitchen floor.
I swear, the cats all lined up and laughed at me for a full minute.  |
Oh NO!
That's awful! The cats shouldn't laugh at the person who feeds them. It's bad manners.
Dreamer