Interesting, I was washing the supper dishes. I was almost finished and I spilled my milk glass. Needless to say, I cried over spilled milk. Not literally. The saying goes, Don't cry over spilled milk. That is, unless the spilled milk happens when you're almost done with the dishes. Although I didn't cry. I did say a colorful word.
Tonight, when I opened the cabinet, Monti jumped off the couch. He knew that I was getting his medicine. He isn't a fan of taking his meds. As I write this blog post, I can see Monti on the couch again. I hope I can give him medicine, then go to bed to read.
This week, my cat art is a picture I found on Pinterest, which I thought was cute. I hope you enjoy it too.
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