Doing the dishes

Came home today to find Franky sitting on a carton box next to the door. No sign of Benjy, although he's the first to greet me when I come home usually. Might be because he's also the first when it comes to looking out through the door and trying to get past me to escape the prison I call home.

So I check the living room - nocat there. Kitchen? There Benjy is, sitting peacefully on top of the kitchen counter, as if I allowed him personally to go up there. So I drop everything I hold, jump over, he sees me coming, tries to get away, but of course I block the doorway and he can't escape, I grab him, yell repeatedly at him and throw him into the bathroom.

Now he's afraid of me.

Good.