This is Monster. It is not an ironic name. He’s a Monster. I have gone through entire packs of toilet paper because of him. There are no counters or tables with items on them because he loves to knock them all off. And 3am is the perfect time to make sure I know that he will need to be fed before I leave for work at 7am.
*Edit : I know it’s not Caturday technically. But this week is hell at the Hospital and I kinda needed some Caturday action.
You are not installing the toilet paper on the roller the wrong way, are you? (My pocket panthers have taught me the error of installing the toilet paper the wrong way on the roller).
I have taken the TP off the roller, put it in the cabinet over the sink and have woken up at 2am to find him ON TOP of the cabinet prying it open and knocking the entire pack onto the floor to tear into pieces!! lol
… del pls