Most days Flynn aka Mr. Lazybones just lays around on my desk under the lamp. When he’s not there he’s purring in my arms begging for chin scratchies.
But occasionally he does something useful.
Like alerts the whole house to my stupidity.
Here I am watching Charmed, minding my own business and Flynn starts meowing from the kitchen. I walk in to find this little scene …
Evidently liquid dish soap is not an acceptable replacement when you run out of dishwasher packets.