#poor creatures

i regret not going to the movies to see it

The evidence was apparent as soon as I put the pack on the counter. I gathered all the cans into the sink, cleaning them off one by one, trying to find the poor victim that had perished.

Finally had them all in the sink and cleaned but ??? no broken can, they were all intact. I was perplexed.

There was evidence of an explosion, three other cans were nearly victims of the same fate and will have to be treated carefully from here on out. I prayed for their poor, delicious souls.

I picked up the pack, intent on solving this mystery when ! lo and behold, I felt a minor weight still in the box! The culprit!

The sweet old boy himself fell asleep on the couch, woke up to a living room without any humans in it, and cried until I physically carried him downstairs to hang out with me. Then he quite happily went to sleep again.

Meanwhile, my dear little chaos demon of a cat decided to leap from the bathroom counter, unsurprisingly was unable to land on the top of the glass shower wall, and fell into the empty bathtub. Then she screamed bloody murder because the shower stall was closed so she couldn't get out, and I was laughing too hard to open the door for her. She's fine. I let her out, she licked her wounded dignity, and now she's cuddled up with me on the couch.

- both husbands in the same city - louis being the focus of his pap pics (elk being nowhere to be seen) - only pic of elevator is on annas’ stories (means it will disappear) and everyone knows anna is there to further a narrative.