oliver week: a cream cheese mystery

One day when we lived in the townhouse I was upstairs doing who knows what and Oliver was downstairs doing who knows what. I also don't remember what Max was doing. (this is why it is important to blog right after things happen).  What I do remember is hearing a little whimper coming from downstairs.  And then a louder whimper.  I came down to investigate and couldn't find the source.  Then a panicked wail came from the front of the house.  I opened the bathroom door to find this:

Can you tell by the above picture what happened before I tell you the rest of the story?

Stealing food again. Remember this? and this? and this? and this?  and then there was this.  Yes.  A Wee Swabby stole the cream cheese off the counter, shut himself in the dark bathroom, had the time of his life and then couldn't open the door with his cream cheese covered hand when he was done. Whimper Whimper WAIL. When I realized that the door handle was covered in cream cheese I laughed and laughed.  I just imagined his little slippery paw trying and trying to turn that handle.  All he wanted was a brick of cream cheese and some peace and quiet, poor little fella.

And also: snot AND cream cheese=AWESOME.

THE END

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