Ugh. Cats. I walked in the door a short time ago and Ms. Charlotte had knocked over a box of pancake/biscuit mix all over herself (and the kitchen floor). I tried brushing the stuff off of her, but it didn't work. She tried licking it off... that didn't work either. I wound up having to give her a bath.
If there is anything worse than a pissed off cat, it's a wet, slippery pissed off cat.
I narrowly averted a crisis in the making when I prevented Mark from executing his brilliant plan of *MOPPING* up the mess.
"Um... sweetie? What did she knock over?"
.........
"What happens when you add water to pancake mix?"
Common sense, please!
Bruja