My cats are so out of here.And don't even try to tell me how the damn thing was just an offering of love, ok!? The day I wake up, and stumble bleary eyed to the coffee pot and step on some sort of dead innard is the day they go. Gone. Finito, outta here. Ciao! I don't even know which sort of innard it was, but the guts of small animals do not, under any circumstances, belong in my kitchen, and particularly not under my foot, all grey and striated and squishy and cold.
So, I have one male siamese kitten (not full blooded, long haired very sweet) 8 weeks old, one black and grey female, 8 weeks old - one orange male (1yr), one black female (2yrs) if anyone wants one!
And then there were the ants. Nothing like your counter top becoming a writhing black mass of biting wonder. Yes, I couldn't be lucky enough to be invaded by sugar ants. No, I was blessed with thousands of fire ants, attacking my sink area.
I should move. Where are there NOT fire ants? Up north, right? How about California, there aren't fire ants in Cali are there?
Nothin' could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morrrrrrrnin'.