It started with Tiberious.
Apparently we own a cat that not only thinks he’s part dog, but who also has a devious side, which Leo and I appropriately dubbed “Liberious”. Every time he acts out (which isn’t often), he gets this certain look on his face. It’s the Liberious look. This morning, he decided he would get my attention by scratching…his own reflection.

Apparently, cats can have body issues.

Then Ms. Willow decided she needed running water. ASAP. The loud MEOWs were probably heard in DC.

I have been pretty much on my own all weekend, since Leo has been working non stop, and when he is home, he is sick and zoned out. I have been their slave all weekend. My vocabulary has shrunk to a few phrases:
“Darla, NO” (which, for the record, has no effect whatsoever)
“Bad baby Dane!” (Much more effective)
“Down!”
“Tiberious! NO”
“Where’s Willow?”

But hey, after one three mile walk and one four mile walk, it is now two against one. And like typical cats, they are no longer remotely interested in me. Now to wait for Leo to get home so I can shower. I am NOT going to push my luck. You know the saying “let sleeping dogs lie”? Well, I am not going to wake them. With my luck. As soon as I jump into the shower, chaos will ensue. It’s inevitable, like coming back from the bathroom at a restaurant to find your food on the table.
It’s not that they can’t behave or they don’t know better. They do; but today they were possessed.

I have exorcised the demon!

At least for today. Who knows what tomorrow will bring…