Kitchen space

Ok, here is a photo of my husband fixing dinner.

Notice something interesting?

Notice where Finn is.

Notice he has chosen to lie down about 5 inches from my husband.

Notice how much space he takes up.

Notice how it is impossible to get to any part of the kitchen without stepping over him.

This happens every day, every meal.

Unless we tell him we are cooking, and he has to leave.

Then he looks like this:



Exile is cruel, so cruel.