>> Tuesday, March 9, 2010
For a moment, allow me to talk about the cats. I'm no cat lady. I love 'em. Look how cute they can be. This photo was taken before we brought Rivey home. He's the one on the far left. The other two are his brothers.
Anyway. Our cats (both, I believe, are Maine Coon) are da' bomb. But they ruin EVERYTHING. So, I thought I'd take this opportunity to show you a bit of what we have to deal with on a daily basis.
When we redid our bedroom last spring, I snagged this fake blooming twig thing at Home Goods. It set us back $25. Though, I felt it was worth it. From the very beginning, the thing attracted the cats. Scully, specifically. She couldn't get enough of climbing atop our dresser to nibble on it. One day, it fell off entirely, the glass vase broke, and Stephen took a saw to salvage the bloomy-twig things. We put it in a new vase . . . but, it looks like crap now.
The other two shots are of various furniture items. I believe both of these marks (one obviously made by claws, the other obviously made by teeth) were made by Rivey. I don't have much else to say about it. Grrr.
Continuing on. We have Stephen's laptop charger. Which we found on the floor gnawed a few weeks ago. Rendered useless -- again -- by Rivey. Thanks a lot, buddy!
I also found a pair of my sweater boots in Rivey's basement lair (we call it that because he seems to drag random items downstairs and have his way with them). Covered in light-colored cat hair. We know it was the boy of the house who destroyed them with a few swift bites.
And last (for today, because we seriously have enough cats-have-destroyed material to write a book), we take a look at our lovely faux-wood blinds. We grabbed enough (and installed for HOURS) to fit in all the windows on the lower level. We LOVED them. LOVED them, I tell you . . . and one by one, they succumbed. Scully couldn't stop playing with the pulls. And Rivey, well, he bit off the plastic. Ack!
All added up, the destruction of these items amounts to probably hundreds of dollars. I don't like to think about it. So, have any of you have trouble with your pets wrecking your stuff? I know Erin over at Domestic Adventure has. Her dog, Frankie, ate her curtains! No, really (check it out). Yikes!
Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde . . .
You're staring into the eyes of pure evil. Just fur-coated.
But we subject them to enough humiliation. Maybe we're just asking for it?
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