A certain someone is lucky to still be alive today. I came home last night after working 12 hours to find this:
My Thomas Edison Battery Oil bottle that I found while “Black Friday scavenging” with my Aunt and her friend was shattered on the floor. A 100-year-old antique bottle that had survived being thrown by the railroad tracks and had avoided being crushed by 1,200 pound bovines met its demise in my house, thanks to a rambunctious, young cat.
I believe she just used up another of her nine lives. Is this a guilty face or what?! Bad kitty, bad!