Just call me the crazy cat lady this week. Seriously. My cats are cracking my shit up with their antics. They are fuzzy balls of hilarity.
This morning, I went in the kitchen to make my coffee and found the Godfather laying on the kitty crack, and a little orange guy basically begging for a sniff (not pictured). It seems as though I may have left a kitchen drawer ajar, and being cats they took full advantage of my mistake. Now, was Otto the one who initially found the crack? Likely not. The bag looks to be the work of one Sassafras Jones, declawed cat extraordinaire, 7 tittied queen. But I did not see this. So. Either way, Otto took the booty.