We Can't Have Nice Things

Honestly? I bet C would let me buy new living room furniture if we didn't have Jaycie. She sleeps 98 percent of the time, eats another percent of it, and the last one percent? The only word I can think of to describe it is RAMPAGE.

She usually takes out all of her energy on our couch. She loves no toy we buy her as much as she loves our couch. 

And then?

One afternoon last week C and I were sitting at the dining table eating and she went on a rampage. She didn't even try to hide it. She climbed the curtains. She's never done that before. And you know exactly what happened...

Curtains. In the floor. I don't care about these curtains too much, and I looked and I didn't see any rips, but really? REALLY?! And I didn't even mention the hole she left in the wall.

I can't really imagine when we have kids. Are they going to be as destructive as our fat cat?

At least she's cute. But I still want a new couch...