Huey had fun while I was away. My son and husband were in charge. My son is 19, hubby 53, I figured they could manage one small cat. WRONG!!!

I get home after being gone four days, and driving to and from central Florida, with my mother in that span of time... from Ohio, (for the non-US'ers that would be 1600 miles round trip... 28 hours drive time... and my mother doesn't drive...) Walk in the door, scoop up my kitty, take a brief survey of the house since my mom was there with me... and discover my beautiful, huge, fern has been wallowed in and pruned by one very bad cat named Huey... there are fronds all over the floor and the top of the fern is completely flat... before I left it was to the bottom of my valances on my windows... hubby and son never noticed any thing amiss. My son did admit to catching Huey sitting in my Jade Tree pot though... there is dirt all over the top of the TV where the cat had been playing in the pot sitting about 3 feet away (which happens to be less than half the size it used to be thanks to Webster, Hobbes (Rainbow Bridge) and Shadow(Rainbow Bridge)).

Why do I like cats???? Cuz' they iz baaaaaaadddddddd.!!!!!

Copyright © Marcia Newell
July 1, 2002