My cats have this little act they do where they sense that I’ll be coming home from work, and they’ll be coincidentally sitting in the kitchen waiting for me when I open the door. As if I really think they do other shit during the day than laying in my bed.
Now I have proof:
Really Quigley? You didn’t think I’d notice ALL that white hair on my red sheets? This is only from a day’s worth of lounging. LINT ROLL YOURSELF, ASSHOLE.