You suck, Cal... -Tom

So I try to be nice. I invite Cal to Walmart because-- well he is bored. And what happens? When we come back he pad locks random things to random places in my apartment. After a good struggle to beat him up and take back the key, he walks away. Little did I know he hid the key. And made me check the blog to find it. What a butt.

There is your picture. Happy, Cal?

(Don't mind the dishes)

I swear, Cal is like a dog. When he gets bored or upset, he just becomes destructive. He hides things. He makes my life difficult. And I have to scold him like a young pup. And, much like the young pup, he doesn't listen and he just gives me a puppy face that makes me feel like I'm the bad guy. 

ITS A GOOD THING I LIKE YOU, CAL. OTHERWISE YOU WOULD BE IN TROUBLE. 

-Tom