Pickles & Dimes

I got the following message from Jason on my voicemail this morning:

“Yeah, um…you know that 7-lb. bag of unopened cat food we put by the cat dishes instead of filling the cat-proof storage containers with it? Yeah, well, um…apparently, the little orange kitty? You’ve seen her around, right? The one who is apparently dying of hunger? Yeah, well, she managed to drag this heavy bag three feet across the carpet, chew through the three layers of paper, and chow down last night. And, when I woke up this morning and went into the dining room, she didn’t even act guilty. Just stuck her little head into the bag and started munching away.”