I get home at 1:30 am and Tucker is HYPER, running thru the house…I just let him tear @$$, he’s been locked up all night and as long as he wasn’t barking – we were cool – well after I got done checking my email I noticed the air was full of feathers? That’s weird, Tuck has never drummed up feathers before? Huh, wonder what it could be? Went into my bedroom and the down comforter is SHREDDED…here take a look!
Do y’all know how hard it is to clean up feathers? I just turned off the light, shut the door and slept on the couch…..Feather-gate has been going on an hour now and I can still see feathers!
Ah, there’s nothing like coming home from a long day at work to find a $25 dollar bottle of Pinot Noir bleeding to death on your hardwood floor. My dastardly duo of 2 year old cats must be trying to tell me to lay off the drink. What the picture doesn’t show is the trail of wine and glass from the kitchen, through the living room and to the front door, and the puddle of wine-vomit in the basement. Sorry cats, you can’t handle? You can’t have.
“I most certainly was NOT digging in the trash! Whatever would give you THAT idea??”
Meet Layne. This sweet baby has singlehandedly destroyed my pretty apartment. I could probably post a photo a day of the new and creative ways he’s ensured that I will never EVER get my deposit back on this place.. My other cat’s hell raising days are mostly over. These days, she just lays on the staircase and pukes. Who wants to come visit???