"Earlier today," I tell Katie, "I was going down stairs and the dog started to bark and the cat started yowling. I come back up the stairs, like "What the fuck?", and she's just sitting by my bag all," I pantomime washing my paws nonchalantly.
"Okay, next time we leave the house, we should just turn on the gas," Katie suggests.
One year ago: Hoarders
Two years ago: Stepping In
Three years ago: Thirsty Dreams
Four years ago: All's Well That Ends
Eight years ago: Mars Attacks