basement friend

For those of you who don’t know, there is a cat that lives in my basement. Before you get up on your judgmental high horse, it is the building cat and she is rather lovely and rather plump. Yes, plump is a nice way of saying she’s a fat fucking cat.

Stone, that’s her name, loves to join us when we do laundry and she’ll climb up onto the table and get in our laundry basket. Odds are, she thinks she’s hiding and then pounces our with the sneak attack.

Just like this…

Cat Jumping Out of Laundry Basket

Hope the sneaky basement cat brightened your hump day!