So I wake up to my hubs yelling something about the cat this morning. I haven't been a great parent and haven't taken to her get spayed, yet. Anyway, she's been howling like a damn Banshee all night and running up and down the stairs chasing nothing. I yelled at hubs that I'm still sleeping and to knock it off. He hits me with a doozy. Apparently, Fuzzy-Gideon (evil she-cat), has taken to pissing on top of the washer. Who does that? Stupid cat.
We're not Martha Steward, so of course we have clothing up there....all pissed on. I thought it was bad enough that she would sneak into the dryer and pee, but this is ridiculous.
I think she's trying to send us a message...kinda like when thugs leave horse heads in beds
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