Eeeeeeeewww!

Moments ago our very large cat struggled up onto our bed and sat for a second. As I sit in my special back chair next to my bed, the cat decides to stare at me. A few seconds later it decides to sit on my nightstand right next to my chair. It sits on my cell phone. But for some reason I think nothing of it.

When the cat tires of staring at me, he gets up and moves back over to the bed and lies down. I look over at my cell phone that has a polished mirror finish. Upon it I see the greasy donut-shaped mark of his playdough fun factory.

After typing this I am going to find the acetone, Lysol, and rubbing alcohol and give that tainted mirror finish back it’s luster, and me, my dignity.