The wife is up and out early to work the Cornell graduation (has gotten STEAMY out there---luckily she likes it HAWT) but you know how it is, I am home working and slurping French roast and YES I made a bunch of vases and mugs, glazed a bunch too and, I am such a good boy, FIXED the leaky pipe under the sink again (I am the worst plumber--I have fixed it 3-4 times already, and YES I installed it to begin with) but again, I am such a good boy, I just finished cleaning the bathroom. And scrubbed floors top to bottom. Well, I don't do a a very good job, but I do SOMETHING. Tis part of my job description: potter, house husband, chef, blogger and eye candy for the lady of the house.
SO, I am making the pita pocket lunch with wasabi mustard (OH BOY!) and Spike is like "the plates are in the cupboard next to the 'nip" and I am like "OK Spike you can have catnip, but lemme get the camera" and he is super friendly, esp. when he wants a catnip fix.