Do you see where I need to stand to cut those potatoes?
This is how it is every night. Mr. Cool positions himself to where I need to be.
Then he becomes a wall.
This guy is no help:
Awww look at his paw tucked under himself all docile.
Don't be fooled. The Little Weirdo can be on his feet before one potato piece hits the floor.
Cooking with these guys is challenging and kinda dangerous.
Have you ever seen porcupines in a playpen?
It's like that.