Can't a mancat just chill on the counter without a The Mom gettin' all up in his grill? I'm not looking at you, The Mom. You can't make me.
In other news, sorry about the lack of Froot Bats on Friday. The Mom accidently disconnected our house from the interwebs and then gotted distracted and then didn't post for us. Titus is still mad. It was a rough weekend around here. There's nothing worse than pouty froot bats.