One of Robert's co-workers is away for a few days and asked him to peek in on her cat to make sure she wasn't lonely. When we dropped by the apartment last night, there was a note for us telling us where everything was, and that there was a can of wet cat food in the fridge that we could give the kitty as a special treat.

When I opened the fridge, I had to laugh and wonder if it was actually a time machine leading to younger, more carefree days and not just a refrigerator. The cat food was there, but that was pretty much it. There was nothing else in the fridge except limes, vodka, a bottle of wine, a bit of lettuce and 6 identical tubes of blood red lipstick (which I'm sure was a discontinued shade that she was hoarding fiercely). Isn't that cute? I didn't bother to check the freezer...I knew there was probably only ice in there and possibly another bottle of vodka. 

A lacy bra was peeking out of a slightly open drawer in the kitchen, next to the dish drainer. Cooking utensils, who needs those?

Oh, to only need lingerie, limes and lipstick in my kitchen...