A Proper Burial

I walked into the bathroom this morning, and Mister Fred had done his usual food burial, this time after ripping a convenient hole in a sheet of paper he found near my printer (which is miles away from the bathroom). The floor, as usual, was a total mess, because he can't eat without dousing walls and floors with vittles.



I guess "Mixed Grill" goes on the list of cat food flavors that are unacceptable and poop-like.