I accidently locked my cat in the closet twice in the last 3 days. You see, I am not used to having closets that are actually USED. I mean using them frequently other than just stuffing things in and ignoring them forever. So, If I turned my back to say, pee, and left the closet open for oh say, like 2 minutes, Muggsy The Biggest Pluggsy would jump on into that closet faster than <insert celebrity or political figure name here>. Then Gary would take notice of Muggsy's absence and call him, prompting Muggsy to ONLY AT THAT MOMENT IN TIME, realize he is stuck in the closet and can't get out. That's right, he didn't give 3.5 damns before he was being called, because if he did, he would have made it quite clear that he was pissed off. Muggsy does not suffer in silence. This cat yowls over the slightest thought. Yeah. My cat thinks, fuck off. So I have now learned that no matter what, check the closet for Muggsy. Figures that only I would have skeletons AND LIVE CATS in my closet.
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