hubby is fine.. wants nuts.. I look at him.. he looks back
"ones that work dear, you know.. to eat! "
Going to kitchen notice the drain line has moved, the cat looks guilty and runs away to hide, and now there is a small wet spot on the carpet-- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO not again!
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!
Stretch the drain line out, whew.. I have enough slack to have the holey portion in the tub.
Run after the cat to threaten her with bodily harm, we zig and zag round hre living room.. she runs over my feet SCRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATCH.
OW!!!
Two scraches, from back paw nails that need cutting, now across my foot.
Leave the cat cowering in her climber, hobble to bathroom to neosporin the cuts and search out bandaids...
All I find are Nemo bandaids.. I have Dory looking at me from the top of my foot.
Figured Dory was a little nicer than Bruce the Shark to staring back at me.
oh, and I never did look for hubby's ummm nuts... to eat.
