Christmas was too exciting. In the midst of posting this, bad girl ripped open my pack of chicken and thought it was a play toy. Guilty!

This bad girl had to go to the doctor. At the vet, she posed for many belly rubs with the staff. Afterwards, we went out for cat “ice cream” and got some fancy treats for stirring in the antibiotics. WHAT A BAD GIRL

She controls where, how, and when we sleep. We are completely at her mercy!

Just a bitch. That is all.

Incident: some churu, but not enough
Revenge: peeing on back door mat of course

If I hide in their nest, I’m bound to catch a bird

Incident: hunger
Revenge: howling all night

Incident: off to market it is!
Revenge: barfing in dad’s shoe (innocent bystander)

Incident: dog’s birthday party
Revenge: peeing on the pictured girl’s hair when she was asleep that night.