I even love MY cat!
But my cat Monkey is the biggest jerk-wad ever!
small cat brain my ass!
Look at him, doesn't he LOOK like a jerk?
He knows exactly what he's doing.
He knows exactly what he's doing.
Thursday April 9, 2009
I came home to find that I had not folded my pyjama pants and put them away - but instead in my haste to get to work, left them on the bed. The carnage took place sometime during the day - and the remnants - shredded pieces of chewed up tie-up strings that keep my pants on were all over the bed. But he didn't keep them even, perhaps chew both to a similar length, no! He left one completely intact - and at useable length, but the other one was half its size!
Making it very hard to use them, but unable to throw them out.
And now, everytime I use them - my anger spews out in half-formed sentances and I say something in his general direction. And he knows what he's done - his face says, I know.
I wish I could say this is the first time he's done this, even the second. But he's left a path of destruction through my wardrobe, a favourite bra cut by his teeth right on the strap, a little black dress now with one strap cut and one intact, a great tank top - now with one strap only. And I've kept them all.
To remind me.
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