Vindicated!

So earlier today, I told G that I wanted to go look at seahorses this weekend (my friend told me of a pet store that sells them). And so he says to me, "We're not getting seahorses." And so I says to him, "Why not?" And so he says to me, "You can barely take care of the cats!" Cue WTF?! face (on me). I asked him what he was talking about, and he said that there was cat food all over the floor. Which there is.

So later today, he sees our little conehead trying to eat, and pushing the food out of the bowl with his cone. Ha! I've been picking it up every day for a week.

I feel vindicated...