I tried making bread again. Swedish rye this time.
This is Munchkin under our bed where she is NOT supposed to be. The bedroom tends to be the warmest place in the apartment so I will often leave the door open while I do my hair and makeup. Normally, she is very good about staying out but lately she has been skulking in and diving under the bed before I can grab her. Today, I decided to go with the flow and grab some pictures.
Papa-Papa-Paparazzi!! In order to get her out of the bedroom after this picture was taken, I got her to do something embarrassingly Pavlovian for a feline: I grabbed a bag of Nana's kitty treats and shook them. The cat shot out of there faster than a greased pig :).
This is the Spousal Unit playing Farmscape. Avoidance tendencies. I has them. I pass them on :).
Yay! New episodes!
Really? What's the point?
The Spousal Unit is away at the men's retreat this weekend. Anyone wanna guess what I'm doing?
...and a semblance of order is restored. Please ignore the freaking footprints on the coffee table. I'd just cleaned that before leaving to return the vacuum I'd borrowed and apparently the furry feline creature to the right felt it was her task, nay her duty to mark it up again.