Fucking Cat.
So Athena comes over last night so we can whip up a jar of whop ass and throw a few cards. We also ate until we burst and enjoyed adult beverages in our sippy cups. As you can see from the picture Satan's Little Helper was no help when it came to us wanting to do our cards. The party was definitly over when the damn cat rubbed up against a lit taper candle!!! The room smelled of singed hair and the cat didn't smell any better.That is the main reason I usually never burn tapers in the house. I know the damn cat will knock one over or set him self on fire some how.
Fucking cat.
Oh well, we got everything done we wanted to and had a great time.
