BUSTED

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.