It's like having a furry toddler

[moonwise]

It's bad enough that we can't leave food unattended in the kitchen for longer than fifteen seconds. Now it turns out nothing is safe.

In the mornings, I go down to the kitchen while my husband is having a shower to put out the cereal bowls for breakfast and pack lunches. This morning, we didn't pack lunches, so I tucked a dishtowel all around the food and went to watch TV for a while. We also take multivitamins in the morning, so I left them on the counter near the food.

When husband came downstairs, we quickly discovered that the multivitamins were gone, and one of the three pills (the supplement I take for my eyes) had been horked up on the floor. The other two Centrum-like tabs were nowhere to be found - not under the fridge or oven, not on the floor, not anywhere we looked. We could only deduce that Biscuit had eaten them.

I don't understand how she could have managed the two horse pills, never mind that they taste terrible, but since we couldn't find the vitamins anywhere, we had to assume that they were in her stomach. One call to Animal Poison Control and $60 later, we were assured that she might have some tummy trouble but would otherwise be OK. She got to spend the day in the basement so that if she did puke, she wouldn't do it on something like my husband's prized leather lounge chair.

It's like having a baby. Biscuit wakes us up at 4 AM because she wants to be fed, she cries all the time, and she's a total pest. Last night she was "helping" me quilt, and I was terrified that she was going to put her nose on the iron. Now we've had to call Poison Control (according to my MIL, she had that number memorized, because my husband and his brother had a taste for stuff like Pine-Sol.)

But she's a cutie pie. :3

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[little-licks.livejournal.com]

Between Das Weinerhund and the roomies' two kittens, we have our own little band of babies. Marley has gotten to the point where if he's awake before Val and I are, he usually wait in bed until 6am (when my alarm goes off) before making a pest of himself. Like Biscuit, he's a shryer and a "helper."

And like Biscuit, he's totally adorable. :)

The two kitties, tho - oh man, are they pests. They've started climbing all over things and knocking over stuff. I had to pick up an entire packet of tacks that they had scattered and were playing with. I could almost hear the Biscuit-talk:

Me: *picking up tacks*
Akuma: Why you take away my pwetty shiny toy?
Me: If I don't hide them from you, you'll eat them and die.
Akuma: But my shiny toys!
Me: No, kitty! Tacks are not yummy!
Akuma: WAAAAAAANNNNNNNT

At least all the animals get exercise, with Marley chasing the other furry idiots around the house (playfully, and at least one kitty doesn't mind it too much).

[arafel.livejournal.com]

I WAS PLAYING WITH THOSE TACKS

WHY YOU TAKE

D:

I'm glad you have a doggily to help out with kitty exercise. Helps keep everyone entertained.