One day Oreo was sleeping on my couch next to me. I was typing on the laptop. Next thing I know, she climbed up on top of me. Ummm. Okay.

Then I walk into the kitchen yesterday and see Tessa laying there. "What are you doing, Tess?" I ask her. I look up and see mom's grocery basket... with a black tail suspiciously hanging over the edge.

He loves boxes and bags and crates. I think his thought is, "Would you remove the bottles, please? They're in my way."