I know what you’re thinking. There’s no cuter cat in the world. Right?
I thought that, too, until I came downstairs this morning and found the kitchen sink running.
“Damn kids,” I thought.
I turned off the water and went to the table to begin my work. A few minutes later, I heard the water come on.
My first thought: “A ghost?”
Except I don’t believe in ghosts. And it wasn’t a ghost.
It was this:
Yes. My water-obsessed cat has learned how to turn on the kitchen sink.
I’m doomed.
