And neither can my Jack.
Remember a few days ago when I caught him on the kitchen table? Well, he's back. And this time inside a soft-side cooler that was previously upright and mostly zipped. I can't be mad because he's just so cute but if he continues to attack my feet tonight he just might find his butt locked in the basement. It's Friday night. He's bored. You know, he only does this when The Husband isn't home. Cute little jerk. Jack, not The Husband (who is also adorable).