So, I walk into the kitchen–just minding my own business–and there is Hobbes…sitting on top of the fridge. WHAT THE HECK?!!
First of all, he should have come from his little kitty pet store KNOWING that he doesn’t belong on the top of the fridge.
But even better than that–how did he even get up there?! Perhaps he has waaaaay better jumping skills than I ever gave him credit for, kinda like a kangaroo. Yikes.
I used my very best alpha cat voice and told him to get down this very minute.
He ignored me.
Yeah. We’re still working out who exactly is the boss around here.
It’s not looking too good for me.