I was going to use this post to catch both of you back up on how Daddy & Finn's trip back East went (Finn's preliminary travel grade: A-), but I'm afraid that I'm too tired to do that.Remember when I used to compare Finn to the cats in a cliche attempt at humor? And I had the cats in the lead for a little while?
Yeah, they FAIL.
Still trying to get my mojo back after a cross-country trip in which the weather gods decided to choose the two days we were flying to dump snow on the airports we were headed through (incidentally, who puts an airline hub in Minneapolis?), I was awakened at 3 AM by Kitty. Apparently her Mommy-sense/rabbit ears were tingling and she heard something downstairs that needed some investigating. I'm an imposing figure at 5' 9", 160 lbs., so I've got no issue running downstairs to crack some skulls.
Unfortunately, this time I wasn't running, I was splashing.
FUN FACT: Cats can apparently turn on a tub faucet AND close the tub drain - possibly via cat teamwork. Amazing!
Even more amazing: the cats are still alive after flooding the basement with a 100 gallons of water!
So if you'll forgive me, we'll return to semi-funny self-indulgent Finn stories in a couple of days. Once the carpets have dried. Until then you'll have to make do with this picture of an apparently stoned and clearly homeless Finn.
Now where are those cats...
1 comment:
that can't be good.
the only solution is probably to get more cats. That way they will be too distracted by each other to cause any problems for you. That's got to work, right?
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