Imagine this: Shadow playing with a CapriSun drink pack. Now imagine him trying to eat it, and poking holes in it with his teeth! Then imagine him thinking the juice was not so tasty when it began spewing out of the holes onto the floor, and moving on to the 32 oz. Tetra-pak container of Swanson Chicken Broth, and chewing holes in it, too. Then you can imagine the chicken broth spewing out onto the cheapo (landlord installed) carpet in our laundry room/pantry area, soaking it and running underneath the small refrigerator we have there. I imagine that he thoroughly enjoyed drinking what he could of it, and then dragging the nearly empty container out of the laundry room and leaving it in the hallway on the tile.
Needless to say, finding the mess did not start my day well; rather than quilting, I was moving the refrigerator, sopping up chicken broth (oh, and the puddle of CapriSun juice that was there too), and carpet cleaning the area, and all this before I could even get breakfast! Oh, and this was after he’d already managed to topple a lamp by my sewing machine, which tipped over a bottle of mineral water and broke the half-full glass, and left my sewing machine and other assorted items near it sitting in a puddle of water and glass shards as soon as I got out of bed this morning. I keep imagining a kitten perched on the curb outside, with a For Sale sign around his little neck. I think I’d get more quilting done if I did it. It surely would be kinder than strangling his little neck. Anybody want to buy a cat?