I am cat sitting my brother’s cats over the holiday weekend. Some of you might remember that Ethel doesn’t like cats. She has packed her bags and headed to the back porch to stay with the other dogs. Yes, I’m fully aware she is a cat. It’s not me that’s confused.
Meanwhile, I am attempting to
toddler cat proof my house from the little terror my brother calls Caterpie.
I call him Little Turd.
He is a handful.
I think he needs some kitty Ritalin.