In size, anyway.
In every other way, she's at that
Tampons.
No matter where I hide them in my bathroom or closet she digs them back out.
It's interesting how quickly you get used to stuff being around that really shouldn't be around when you see it everyday. Tampons, both opened and unopened, strewn around the floor everywhere? Yep, that's pretty normal for these parts...
But at least the kids have finally stopped asking what exactly tampons are. So it's all good. Until we have company...
And in other unusual cat entertainment news, Fluffernutter loves to watch me play Ticket to Ride.
But she doesn't watch The Walking Dead anymore since Shane turned into a zombie and they offed him. I was upset about that, too.
McDonalds, always a hit for pets and kids (and look at Shelby's cute sparkly toes in the corner!)...
Fluffer has made friends (playthings) with everyone in the house (whether they liked it or not).
Meatball is on the side of "or not" in the friends department, but
...and his resigned face here.
Meatball, it could be worse. YOU could have to take your pets to the vet and always have to confirm, "YES his name is really Meatball" and "YES her name is Fluffernutter" and endure the looks and the snickering.
Yes (as if there were any doubt), I AM a crazy cat lady, because few things make me happier than a sight like this. Although a 4-tiered kitty tower with FOUR cats on it would be even better (ooo did you just hear Mark scream? Bet ya heard him in Vegas, Tawny!). Sign me up for the next crazy cat lady pride parade!
And seriously, who DOESN'T want to come back as a pampered housecat like Finneaus in their next life??? Does she make it look good or WHAT?
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