Dream Big!

Now I really will have to do the Walk of Shame. On our driveway we found a baby girl's home knitted cardigan/hoody which (thank goddness!!) has no chew holes. Perhaps it was the wind that brought it by? Otherwise the resident burglar developed a conscience and dropped it before he could drag it through the cat door.

However the little rapscallion has started up again for spring to our dismay: this week's loot includes a black knee-high stocking which has been well chewed, a pair of green and white baby socks, still rolled up, and a little pink sock, very chewed. Plus he's chewed his way through three more cat toys and part of a towel we keep on top of our bed for him to sleep on. (Although judging by the way he slithered down between us at 5:30 this morning after the earthquake I'm not sure there's much point!)

The crazy thing is that he doesn't seem to understand why we have to fish him out from under beds and desks and shut him out of rooms during the day. The part of him that hails back to his part Siamese heritage comes out and we get very angry miaows indeed!! at least we can shut him up with catnip treats. I love masterpet!!