Saturday, January 19, 2008

What is it about a new


roll of toliet paper, sitting innocently enough on the table, that the cat feel the need to attack? Petie has taken to ambushing those rolls off the table, then ripping then to shreds. He loves it. In fact, after he destroyed one, I went and bought a new pack of tp- you know the one with 4 in it. I asked Alex to put it away. He laid it on the table. It was safe, for a minate. Dana came home and opened it. Perhaps it was the crack of the plastic that woke Petie from a sund slumber. Maybe it was the smell of the Tp traveling. What ever it was that did it, he snuck into the bathroom on his tippy toes, and attacked. Two of the rolls were taken out of their safe, plastic haven, and put out of their misery.TWO. Not one. TWO. how can one cat attack TWO rolls at the same time? Beth calls him Tarzan, I think it is more like Zorro. After he makes this mess, he falls asleep in the paper. Geuss the beds aren't good enough, and no, it isn't charmin soft...