We're Mean (or Couldn't Help It)

Monday night, Sarah and I picked up our cat Einstein who had to travel in his carrier. When we got home we had dinner, and then Kevin and I found ourselves in separate rooms, taking care of something-or-other when we both hear, "I need to get out" repeated a few times. We both walked into the living room, and this is what we found. By the time I took the picture, Sarah was upset, but when we first saw her, she was still pretty calm.





We ended up having to remove the top half of the carrier to get her out! No idea how she got there in the first place. Poor thing, but too funny!