We forgot to make the bed.

Well. I’ve been bustin’ my ass all day since 6:30 this morning to get in enough hours to finance the cats’ organic food habit only to come home and find them passed out in my bed. Actually, Weaz was on top of my pillow.

Bring me a grape.

Seriously though? You jerks can’t even make the bed for me?

I will do no such thing, says Ralph.

HAAAAA

This week Weaz and I built a table. She then proceeded to sit on top of it.

I do what I want.

After “assisting” me by actually doing nothing but staring at me like this:

Hey.

She demanded vodka for her efforts.

Please, may I have some vodka, please?

Please?

No, Weaz. Just… no.