CrazyCatLady
Sous Chef
Well, this is nice. I see Cat's back to her old bossy self!
First, she bought Lilly a singing rabbit. Geez!! I swear that rabbit's singing, "Gimme a flea, gimme a flea..." we can't figure out what the dang thing is singing. Cat has jet lag or some weird Romanian ailment that keeps her up at night so she played with Lilly with that dang rabbit intil four am when finally Nicu and I had had enough and yelled at her.
Hubby fled to the couch. He said he's taking his chances with eight cats pouncing on him.
I get up this morning, stagger out to the kitchen, and the dang kitchen is rearranged. I go to the coffeemaker; it's a toaster now. The coffeemaker is on the opposite side by the refigerator. Don't ask me where the indoor grill is. Cat comes out of the bathroom after her shower and says proudly, "This is better, yes?"
No, but I'm not a morning person and killing Romanians doesn't look good on a resume.
Okay. I can deal with this. I go on a witch hunt for the coffee. She says, "I put the coffee with the tea on the shelves. It's better this way, yes?"
I glare at her. "Not really, but I'll live."
I open the cabinet for coffee mugs...there are the plates. "Oh, I changed that too. Your kitchen is so disorganized! You must have help here, yes?"
One more 'yes' and I'm going to see if she fits in her rental car trunk. I've had three hours' sleep, the kitchen is unrecognizeable, that dang singing rabbit is still fascinating my dog, I'm trying to scratch up breakfast...I open the refrigerator.
Oh dear. Okay, we have a diabetic cat. In the butter bin was...WAS...Isis's needle and insulin. Butter is stored in a plastic closed container on a door shelf. We know where it is. She put the needle and insulin IN the plastic container, freed the butter from its confines, and put the butter in the butter bin.
"That's where butter belongs! You are so disorganized, yes?"
Maybe, according to Cat and Martha Stewart. I'm getting annoyed now and thinking of duct-taping her to the ceiling fan and turning it on high while I fix the kitchen.
I go out to the freezer in the garage...and the cat boxes have been moved! She decided hubby's tool chest would look better under the food and water platform.
Okay...no problem. I love her...she's only here for a short time...
Then I open the freezer. Ohhhhh dear...this kid's been pretty busy. I finally find the country ham and the croissants. I have no idea where the steaks are.
Then she says, all bright and chirpy, "I fixed everything well, yes?"
I'm thinking...I'll fix HER....
So I did. I told her she couldn't post here until I got home from my late shift at Walmart and I got to say it first!!
Anyway, she's been chomping at the bit to post to y'all. She decided she likes my Toshiba laptop, so I'll sign off here, see if I can find the toilet paper and turn this over to Cat.
LOL!!!
First, she bought Lilly a singing rabbit. Geez!! I swear that rabbit's singing, "Gimme a flea, gimme a flea..." we can't figure out what the dang thing is singing. Cat has jet lag or some weird Romanian ailment that keeps her up at night so she played with Lilly with that dang rabbit intil four am when finally Nicu and I had had enough and yelled at her.
Hubby fled to the couch. He said he's taking his chances with eight cats pouncing on him.
I get up this morning, stagger out to the kitchen, and the dang kitchen is rearranged. I go to the coffeemaker; it's a toaster now. The coffeemaker is on the opposite side by the refigerator. Don't ask me where the indoor grill is. Cat comes out of the bathroom after her shower and says proudly, "This is better, yes?"
No, but I'm not a morning person and killing Romanians doesn't look good on a resume.
Okay. I can deal with this. I go on a witch hunt for the coffee. She says, "I put the coffee with the tea on the shelves. It's better this way, yes?"
I glare at her. "Not really, but I'll live."
I open the cabinet for coffee mugs...there are the plates. "Oh, I changed that too. Your kitchen is so disorganized! You must have help here, yes?"
One more 'yes' and I'm going to see if she fits in her rental car trunk. I've had three hours' sleep, the kitchen is unrecognizeable, that dang singing rabbit is still fascinating my dog, I'm trying to scratch up breakfast...I open the refrigerator.
Oh dear. Okay, we have a diabetic cat. In the butter bin was...WAS...Isis's needle and insulin. Butter is stored in a plastic closed container on a door shelf. We know where it is. She put the needle and insulin IN the plastic container, freed the butter from its confines, and put the butter in the butter bin.
"That's where butter belongs! You are so disorganized, yes?"
Maybe, according to Cat and Martha Stewart. I'm getting annoyed now and thinking of duct-taping her to the ceiling fan and turning it on high while I fix the kitchen.
I go out to the freezer in the garage...and the cat boxes have been moved! She decided hubby's tool chest would look better under the food and water platform.
Okay...no problem. I love her...she's only here for a short time...
Then I open the freezer. Ohhhhh dear...this kid's been pretty busy. I finally find the country ham and the croissants. I have no idea where the steaks are.
Then she says, all bright and chirpy, "I fixed everything well, yes?"
I'm thinking...I'll fix HER....
So I did. I told her she couldn't post here until I got home from my late shift at Walmart and I got to say it first!!
Anyway, she's been chomping at the bit to post to y'all. She decided she likes my Toshiba laptop, so I'll sign off here, see if I can find the toilet paper and turn this over to Cat.
LOL!!!