I woke up this morning and found my icebox wide open and damned near empty, food containers and wrappers strewn all over the floor.
I kinda sorta remember getting up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water. I must've forgot to close the bedroom door completely and fuckhead got out.
He destroyed a weeks' worth of groceries. I have no meat, milk, cheese or vegetables. The only things he left was stuff in jars. He even ate the ketchup.
And earlier tonight he got up and headed towards the back door and thinking he wanted out, I got up and followed him. As I rounded the corner into the kitchen I saw the motherfucker lift a paw and open the godammed icebox.
Yeah, it's got a latch on it now.