I think the cats lure him under there with promises of steak and then laugh at him when he can't get out.
My friends had a scottie puppy whose legs were too short to manage going down the staircase. The cats would lure him upstairs at the slightest opportunity then head back down a few steps and preen on the stairs while he went crazy up at the top.
I don't mind dishes. Doing dishes is relaxing.
I hate calling too. I need to get over it.
Cats=evil. I like 'em that way.
Paper plates, Jesse. Paper plates and takeout.
Too spendy. Anyway, I actually like eating and drinking off real stuff.
So basically, you need to pay me a millionjillion dollars to do your dishes, kay?
Perfect!!
Who wants to give me a millionjillion dollars??
Not for every day. I keep a stash, though, so when I just can't face getting more dishes dirty, I can eat off something I can throw away.
Though now I have a dishwasher and that makes the whole thing moot. Now I just have putting away clean dishes all the time to complain about.
Mmm...I had a dishwasher once. That was bliss. I don't hate doing them all the time, just every day. So, I don't. But that's nasty.
I have a dishwasher. I use it as a drying rack. QUICK! Someone give Jesse a millionjillion dollars! She looks good in a cowboy hat and boots!
I'm running my dishwasher right now, AIFG!