"Is your house completely destroyed yet?", someone asked recently. Well, thanks for asking. I have to admit the firestorm of destruction that is living with 2 teenage male cats has slowed to a crawl. Yes, all the furniture in the house now looks weirdly like mohair with a fine winter coat of cat fur. And the carpets have been very efficiently shredded. So far so good. Pottery destruction has fallen dramatically (fallen dramatically, that's a good one!). Possibly because the fur-faces have broken pretty much anything not anchored down. Rooney still tests whether he can push an unsuspecting vase over with his paw. Picture smashing has been steady if unspectacular this month. Litter spreading is a growth industry, however. The boys are proud that you can find a few
grains of their eco-friendly corn-cob litter in every corner of the house - including, sadly the inside of my bed. The horror! The horror! Phone destruction is down but mainly because the goal has been achieved. Casa Big Cat now has only one working phone.
The boys have chewed through the cords on every phone- except the wall-mounted kitchen phone and they're working on a circus act where Rooney stands on the shoulders of Rufus so they can take out the last thing the Big Cat can use to call for help. Hello?...911?... cats are destroying my............static. Dial tone... xxx dad
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