Ever had one of those mornings where you ask yourself "why didn't I just get goldfish?" Don't get me wrong, I love my fur kids to death and wouldn't trade them for the world, but I seriously think they are plotting to drive me insane! I've spent the past 2 hours saying "stop that", "leave her alone", "you know you aren't allowed up there", "please stop standing in my planters", "do I LOOK like a scratching post??"
ENOUGH!! The dogs have been out in the yard 5 times...not to potty like I thought, but just to see what's going on.
The counter is now clean, because the cats have knock everything on the floor. Harley was even trying to shove a jar of peanut butter towards the edge when I went to check after the last "bam" (which happened to be my car keys!) Who came in my house in the middle of the night and replaced my sweet babies with demons from hell??
Sorry, just had to vent!
The counter is now clean, because the cats have knock everything on the floor. Harley was even trying to shove a jar of peanut butter towards the edge when I went to check after the last "bam" (which happened to be my car keys!) Who came in my house in the middle of the night and replaced my sweet babies with demons from hell??
Sorry, just had to vent!