User blog comment:The Tiger's Roar/Hey can you guys watch my chocolate milk for me? I gotta go to the store/@comment-36996285-20190425224904

This reminds me of a fun little story, one time I was visiting my grandmother in India, and we were stepping out to do the groceries, so no one was inside the house. We left the window that lead into the living room open just to let the house ventilate a tad, and my grandmother has the kind of porch that's enclosed, but it has these ornate bars that a cat could slip through. And of course, since there's a strange interesting abundance of cats in that neighbourhood, a little grey kitten slipped into the house. In India, milk comes in bags, so when we came back from the groceries, there was a grey kitten who managed to slip through the bars, jump up to the window and slip under, then go to the kitchen and just slash the bag of milk open and lap it up from the floor. So of course, we come home from doing the groceries, and we see a little grey kitten staring at us with an attitude like "Oh so i took your milk, whatchu gonna do about it?" and then it went back to licking for a few minutes until darting out the door. And you know what we didn't get from the groceries that day? Milk.

In other words, I'll watch your milk for you. No gurantees that I won't drink it though, unless it's nonvegan milk, in which case I'll switch it out for almond milk while you're gone.