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rio's cats: the sinister truth

Our Rio owns two cats. This one here is called Ruby:

 

And this one here is Jasper:

 

Though they may give the appearance of being regular cats doing regular cat things, we have uncovered mounting photographic evidence to support the theory that Ruby is plotting to kill Rio, and Jasper is desperately trying to warn her with his eyes.

The fear is real:

 

The things he knows. The things he's seen:

 

 "I think Ruby is plotting...she's right behind me, isn't she":

 

"It's too late for me now. I'm in too deep. Save yourselves":

 

But Ruby's reign of terror continues unnoticed by Rio:

 

  

 

But for how much longer?

To be continued...

flashing your bum at Aston from JLS

 

You know that feeling when you go out to a swanky club one night and end up accidentally flashing your bum to Aston from JLS? No? Well our Rio does. She was wearing her snappiest jumpsuit, complete with an out of the way (and easy to forget...) zip that runs down the back. After visiting the loo, Rio walked confidently back into the club, only to have a worried onlooker inform her that her zip was open, exposing her bottom to the entire place, including Aston, who was propping up the bar mere metres away. Mortifying. 

goodies for goodies

The bowl of sweets currently sitting at the front desk of fruit towers gives out both treats and important advice on personal hygiene.

 

Because there's always one.

If it's you, stop reading this immediately, go and wash your hands and wipe down your keyboard with an antibacterial wipe. Or burn it.

Passive aggressive dishwasher training

Passive aggressive notices like these have been popping up in the kitchen this week:

 

We think you'll find that we always later, rinse, repeat before loading our dishes, thank you. We certainly never open the dishwasher, see that everything's clean, look around shiftily and close it again quietly. We certainly never, ever use the counter as leverage so we can use our full body weight to shut it after we've put a few extra plates in. Whoever does those things is a monster. Absolute monster.