So I finally get home from work (after the torture of sitting all day in an uncomfortable chair) and I was looking forward to getting into my nightgown and relaxing on the couch. Thomas decides to climb onto the couch with Chris and I…as soon as he walked past me, I smelled shit! So Chris grabbed him, and I had to hold him and Chris had to take a wet rag and help clean him up. It was gross!!! But I look at it kinda like changing a diaper on a baby…it was just a very hairy baby, with sharp teeth, claws and alot of Cat-itude!

Oh, and when you get near his balls he no likey! But he smelled a whole lot better when we were done. He wouldn’t come near us though until he and Zena started begging for their treats…which is a nightly ritual starting at about 930pm, they get clingy and wont leave my side until the dog and them get their treats and we go to bed. Then they are happy babies.

My daughter is very soon to be grounded! Just because I said so! And cause she is irritating me!