Pass The Sushi!

Today’s blog breaks the Pass the Sushi rules. There’s no food — just ram­blings from myself about the crazi­ness that is my life.

A few weeks ago my cats moved into my boyfriends house (which was a per­sonal melt­down for another day as I gen­er­ally don’t believe in liv­ing together). He (the bf) has a 70 lb lov­able mutt. I have two 7lb adorable kit­tens. They have got to find some com­mon ground. The dog gets jeal­ous, herds the cats, and makes it very dif­fi­cult to sit and cud­dle with them, leav­ing me with gap­ing wounds from said scared kit­ten. The cats smack him around, get to sleep in bed, and are pretty much where my cud­dle atten­tion is eaten up 99% of the time. So really, I can’t blame either of them.

How­ever, cats in a new envi­ron­ment — hi-lar-ious. Kiori (the black and white girl) likes to play in water bowls. A 70lb dogs water bowl can spill water every where, come crush­ing down a flight of stairs in sec­onds and seep under the hard­wood leav­ing you jump­ing up and down like an idiot try­ing to squeeze the water out.… Kiori, the curi­ous kit­ten, likes to climb as high as she can, only to find that drop ceil­ings do just that — drop. Twice. Mad­dox has got­ten his head stuck in between a chair and the wall and has chewed the plants, that my boyfriends mother just recently took the time to trim, to unrec­og­niz­able stumps ( and he’s work­ing his way through the fake one).  And one of them is appar­ently steal­ing the butter…