When you spend endless hours in the same tiny jail cell anything new tends to leap right out at you. Not that the Casa Big Cat is a cell, mind you, but the boys know this world intimately. So when I brought in the beautiful long-stemmed single rose that arrived for my birthday the boys spotted in the vase on the hutch right away. They immediately jumped up for closer inspection. I've seen this before so I tried to think of where I could put the rose that it wouldn't be chewed or knocked over. The bedroom, I thought, perfect. So I took the delicate rose upstairs to the bedroom thinking I had outsmarted the fur-brains at last. Then, I heard a crash
of breaking glass. The boys had taken advantage of my absence in the room to knock over my water glass, Aye carrumba!!!
It's like living with evil elves. Or maybe an vindictive polterguist. Except furry and purring when they do something bad. I fear for
the house during my absence in New Zealand there is still so much left to break. Sigh... xxx dad
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