Sheesh

I was eating my Amish friendship bread, dipping it in butter. Hoover wanted my butter, but too bad. Then I hear Bronson spill his cereal WITH milk. I think I've outsmarted my cat and put the butter high up on my desk (she's afraid of heights; she doesn't go that far up). I go and clean up the table, the floor, and him. I put his dishes away and then put his washcloth away. I then decide to throw the laundry in the dryer. Come back to my desk and there's Hoover with Amish friendship bread scattered all over my desk and she's licking her chops......

Fine, I was outsmarted by the cat.......