I hate my cat.

Why is it that the nights you are up the most with kids (two at the same time) is the morning that looks like you can sleep in a bit when your cat decides to play with the doors the most? I don’t think that sentence made any sense but anyway. I have decided that for punishment the cat must either be in locked in with me while I take my next shower OR he can be locked up each and every night until the hallway door swells to it’s normal size and latches again. Most likely when the humidity comes back. (It’s -5 right now, it’ll be awhile.) It’s up to him.

One thought on “I hate my cat.”

Comments are closed.