I got the cat a leash. Now at least when he sits at the door very loudly saying vowels ("eeeeiiiaaoooouuuuuu," says the cat) I can be like, ok, get your silly little harness on and we can go outside. I gotta tell you, though, I am not especially looking forward to picking fleas out of all of this fur insanity. Is this not the most ridiculous thing you've ever seen?
Ok, I said in the last post that the cookbook I used for the cobbler was my favoritest ever, but that's not true. It's amazing, but this one is better.