Cats!

Is there a car whisperer out there?
I can handle sharing my lasagna, perogies, even the lemon meringue pie (he likes the lemon just as much as the meringue) but there’s a limit.
They had 2L bottles of Diet Dr Pepper (the only one that masks that horrid aftertaste) on sale and those whiskers in the glass were his. I caught him with his whole head in my glass lapping it up when I came back from the can.
And last night he curled up in the candy bowl full of peppermints.
I suspect feline cabin fever.

Quite possibly someone whispering craziness via a bluetooth hi-jack indeed.

Tame with chow-mein? Never heard a cat get into the sauce like that lol

What a sweet cat!