Tank is typically my little office mate. Today, however, I heard a little nub of a tail going crazy behind me, and who do I see kicking it on the office couch?! Well, none other than Mr. Peter Jameson. This was fishy. As cute as he/the situation was. I knew something was up.
So where was Tank?... Downstairs rummaging through the recycling bin and destroying an empty hummus container, of course. Where else?
Lucky for Tank, his brother's cuteness put me in too good of a mood to get mad. I mean, I did leave the lid open:)