I think I have finally figured out why Murray is doing what he does. He’s trying to run the grown human man out of my life forever. This face? This face is not to be trusted, ladies. It’s the face of a cat on a mission.
One of the gifts I got Toby Joe for christmas was an espresso machine. At first, we thought about returning it because we went a little overboard this year. But then one morning we found ourselves without regular coffee. So, we opened the box. The rest is history. I’ve woken up to homemade lattes ever since.
It’s not the best there is on the market, but it’s not too shabby either. It will keep us content until we have a home of our own and buy some fancy Italian version that costs more than a used car. Until then, we’re happy.
So, today. Readying myself for another weekly Murray post, I decided to make an afternoon latte and wouldn’t you know? Check out the rubber (once) circular bit on the steamer.
All I can say is this: Thank goodness I married a man who loves animals (specifically cats) as much as I do. Any other man would have divorced my ass by now, left me for a life of less fur, vomit and poop. Because this cat? This cat is trying so very hard to turn me into Crazy Cat Lady.
I can already hear Toby Joe’s response to this one.
It’s probably best I have an adult beverage waiting for him when he gets home.
P.S. Do you think this too shall pass?