My great aunt requested a portrait of Jesus for Christmas one year (she’s 87, give her a break). So I found her a nice one and leaned it up against a wall in my living room, intending to come back and wrap it later. A while later I hear a weird scraping sound. I go in the room and my cat has the edge of the picture frame in her mouth and was slowly dragging it across the room. I yell, “Hey!” And she dropped it and ran like hell.
I still don’t know what she was intending to do with it.
by Catherine Dallaire (Facebook)