I dreamed Saturday night that CL’s dog had decided to make macaroni and cheese. Lacking opposable thumbs, he somehow convinced our three cats to aid him in the preparation. He then brought the bowl of not-so-nutritious pasta goodness into the bedroom, propped right beneath my pillow and my sleeping head, and began stirring.
I awoke to hear Woody chewing on his tail.
This is all of great amusment to CL. At least, it will be until I teach the animals to scrape the insides of their yogurt containers with their spoons. In her dreams, of course.