Thursday, November 17, 2011

Fluffy paws

I heard a LOUD racket upstairs a few minutes ago. Apparently, Pumpkin followed me into my bedroom when I went up to turn on the electric blanket. I didn't know he was in there, and closed the door.

When we heard all the crashing about, I went up to investigate. There was Pumpkin. He had wet paws--apparently he had been in the shower. AND he was sitting on top of the armoire--which probably hasn't been dusted for EVER. (I'm only 5 feet tall--if I can't see it, it doesn't exist).

The combination of wet paws on years of dust gave him dust-bunny feet.

It's time to dust.


Sunday, November 13, 2011

Kyla wins a gold star (by default)

Pumpkin was running around downstairs. He disappeared for just a few minutes--maybe 5 at most. I found him in the pantry. He had destroyed two packages of (what else) pumpkin-flavored Pop Tarts.

I told Kyla the bar has now been set so low, the only thing she can do to be the "bad kitty" is to kill one of us in our sleep