Very tired this morning and I really do not think it's the culmination of a month's lack of sleep at this point, but rather the fucking cats. I love them, really I do, but if they do not shut up I will be forced to beat them.
We got a rosemary plant shaped like a Christmas tree as a present this weekend and placed it on a shelf in the bathroom as it is the only place in the house we can be reasonably sure the cats won't get to. Ever since we got it, they keep trying to sneak into the bathroom. They have yet to climb the shelf, but we do not doubt their determination.
Last night, we closed the door to lock them out while we slept. They scratched at it, they pawed at it and they yowled at it all night long. They are obsessed with it enough that you would think it's the prettiest, most awesomest, sparkliest rosemary plant in the whole wide world. Seriously, I'm thinking of calling it "Bella" at this point.
We may have to give it away. It smells wonderful, but damn, it's not worth this hassle.
We got a rosemary plant shaped like a Christmas tree as a present this weekend and placed it on a shelf in the bathroom as it is the only place in the house we can be reasonably sure the cats won't get to. Ever since we got it, they keep trying to sneak into the bathroom. They have yet to climb the shelf, but we do not doubt their determination.
Last night, we closed the door to lock them out while we slept. They scratched at it, they pawed at it and they yowled at it all night long. They are obsessed with it enough that you would think it's the prettiest, most awesomest, sparkliest rosemary plant in the whole wide world. Seriously, I'm thinking of calling it "Bella" at this point.
We may have to give it away. It smells wonderful, but damn, it's not worth this hassle.
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