Speaking of cats... My cat, a tonkinese named Frankie in honor of his blue eyes (Frank Sinatra=Old Blue Eyes, it seemed clever at the time) is on his last chance and my last nerve. If I find him EATING the fake Christmas tree, stealing the ornaments, chewing on the Christmas light cords, or climbing it one more time I'll... Well I don't know what I'll do but he won't like it.
My 3 year old however finds Frankie's antics hilarious. Especially the stealth attacks he's been launching from midway up the tree. Like this morning...
*Walking past the tree, minding my own business and not 100% awake.
*Looks at the tree. Hmm are those eyes? A half second before 10 pounds of kitty launches himself at me. AHHHH!
*My son laughs hysterically as I peel claws from my flesh, removing the cat dangling from my bare legs.
I now have a Batman band-aid, a Mickey one, and a Spongebob one decorating my left hip and leg because, "Mommy you can't do all the same!" And of course "Lincoln do, Lincoln do." So Patrick is upside down and right on top of Batman. Not sure what to make of that but my husband had some really dirty jokes...
Never a dull moment!