Raise the roof

I believe one of the key reasons Stephanie and I get on so well is that we have a shared sense of contempt for cleanliness in our living quarters. I leave my fur on everything, scatter my food all over the floor before I eat it, and fling kitty litter on the ground when I'm voiding.

Stephanie does much the same thing, or at least the human counterpart. She leaves her dishes out for days at a time, along with numerous cans of half (or should I say a third) finished Diet Coke with Lime. She also believes that the place for clean and dirty laundry is on the floor.

So yesterday I see what looks to be food of some kind on the coffee table. I move my old gelatinous mass over there and put my front legs up on the table for a better look-see. Unbeknownst to me, the table had a bad leg that was causing it to tilt precariously. Before I could figure out if Stephanie had left me any KFC or bacon, my weight pushes the table down, sending all of its contents flying into the air! The back half almost whacked me in my cute adorable mug, but luckily I was too quick!

Anyways, for a second it seemed like it was raining candy wrappers, unpaid bills, and silverware. But don't forget about the three cans of Diet Coke sitting there! They all toppled, leaving a nice big brown stain about a foot long in radius on the carpet.

Stephanie was angry at me but deep down I knew she was just pretending. She really was proud of me.