"Not only do I not know what's going on, I wouldn't know what to do about it if I did." -George Carlin

I got home from work tonight, unlocked my door and entered my apartment. My first thought was, "Someone's been in here. There's a different smell."  Have I said before that I have got a GREAT sniffer?  I do.  It's a curse, as is my super-hearing.

So, what did I do? Walked right in like it was my own damn home. And what did I see?

This:

 Elvis wasn't sitting there when I walked in. He was behind the cabinet in my dining room. I can tell he's getting old and feeble because he's having a harder time jumping out from behind it. It's comical...and sad. When I walked in, Dale was meowing at my feet, trying to trip me as I walked into my dining room; Elvis was nowhere in sight; and I saw the kitchen cupboard AND THE KITCHEN DRAWER OPEN. Now, I'm used to the cupboard being open because Elvis has this weird thing about getting in there. BUT THE DRAWER????

Look at what it's full of.....

It's my tool drawer! It's full of heavy tools!  Two hammers (one especially heavy), several screw drivers (because a girl can never have just one!), pliars, tape measure, nails, screws, various other odds & ends.

OK, I know Elvis is talented, but is he really that talented?  For pity's sake, he can barely jump counter-height anymore because he's getting old!  How could he have opened that drawer, I ask you?!? 

My first thought was, "I've been robbed!" Then I saw my television & computer were still in place so unless these were really specific robbers only wanting to pet my cats and not actually steal anything, I think it's safe to say, Elvis is multi-talented.

I really need to get a video camera and let it record Elvis-activities all day long. Who knows what else he's doing? Maybe he's cleaning my shower! Maybe he's making my bed! Maybe he's reading a book! Maybe he's watching t.v.!

Oh, and the odd smell? It was the new Glade Scents & Spray I put in yesterday.  My bad....