We came home from the movies tonight to find something kind of disturbing: one of the cats (probably Michael; he has a thing for sleeping on my clothes) had dragged one of my t-shirts from the bedroom to the kitchen, leaving it sitting right on their food bowl. As near as we can guess, Michael liked this particular shirt (he’d been curling up on it when we left) so much that he crawled inside it, then managed to somehow start walking around. Maybe he backed out of it when he decided to eat. Who knows?

I always knew I’d lose some t-shirts to my wife, but man…that’s one freaky-ass cat.