It’s A Cat’s Life

Everybody is weird.

Actually, scratch that. Everybody is crazy. There is no room for argument about this.

Erin and Cole, for example, set their time boxes (or alarm clocks) to five in the morning. The adults at Erin's school are just as ridiculous; why not set their schedules closer to noon, when people are less drowsy? And they wonder why kids fall asleep during class...

Then there's Buster, the dog that's alway drinking out of the toilet, which is what humans use as a litterbox when taking a dump. Stars forbid someone forgets to flush. I've already caught him eating his own poop, I don't need to catch him eating more from different sources.

Finally, there's my fellow feline: Mango.

Mango is special, in his own wacky sort of way. I don't blame him for loving food. In fact, I'm always begging Cole for those delightfully tasty, homemade tuna treats he keeps in that clear box in the kitchen. But Mango...

"Mango..." I sigh heavily and hop onto the kitchen counter. "Did you at least fall in the correct one this time?"

The left garbage bin wobbles.

It's the one with the plastics.

"I'm gonna take that as a nope."