Surviving My Life

Spreading The Love

I have a cat who gets an "A" for effort. Unfortunately I've learned the hard way that from now on I'm going to have to duct tape all canisters closed that look remotely interesting.

Cloey is an inquisitive cat. As such, she decided that she needed to find out exactly what was in the rather large 10 lb container on top of my refrigerator. Somehow, without me hearing it, she knocked it onto the floor, and then managed to get the top off.

After getting the top off, she found that the "canister of mystery" that MUST be for her, had dry hot chocolate mix in it - at which point she decided that the cocoa was so great that it needed to be spread from one end of the kitchen to the other, and that it needed to also be all over her. I discovered the mess with my feet as I blindly navigated through my dark kitchen making my way to the refridgerator.

Feeling the odd piles of graininess on my feet, at first I thought that I had had short term amnesia, and I was actually on vacation at night on a tropical island and I was standing on a beach at midnight.

My landlord's television blaring the goodness of Preperation H snapped me out of my stupor.

So, I turned the lights on. Big mistake.

The entire floor was covered. It looked like Desert Storm had taken a shortcut through my kitchen. Cloey had so much of the dry mix in her, she was solid brown, and I was taking calls from Hershey's for a product sponsorship.

I carried her into the bathroom, and gave her a bath. You would be surprised as to how much chocolate one cat can hold - my shower stall turned into a 20 gallon chocolate milk tank.

Now she's under the couch in my living room making unhappy noises. (I had to soap her down.)

I've got to go. I've got a 10lb bag of flour that needs some duct taping.

posted by Jeremiah @ 21:54