Hang in there, Dash. Help is on the way! In just a few short days you will finally have someone who understands you. Someone who knows how to think, play and act like you. Boo is coming to rescue you from poofy cats who think you're trying to kill them when all you want to do is pretend-kill them. She will get it.
From what I've heard, she will also get you to do things you haven't already thought of. I believe the word they used to describe her is "precocious."
pre·co·cious
prəˈkōSHəs/
adjective
(of a child - or in this case an Aby) having developed certain abilities or proclivities at an earlier age than usual.
synonyms: advanced for one's age, forward, mature, gifted, talented, clever, intelligent, quick, smart.
While I was out shopping yesterday, Andy stayed home with the crew. I guess Dash was very entertaining. From the stream of pictures I received, he was also bordering on getting himself killed. For starters, he took on the crock pot! It was chirping from steam, which meant it was alive and needed to be destroyed.
As I've mentioned before, the leather chairs in the kitchen are completely destroyed. The main culprit is Fancy - but hold on - he never does anything wrong so he is not in trouble for doing this. I mean, who has leather anything with cats around? There are plenty of other scratching type elements around, but I guess, if you're a cat, nothing feels quite as satisfying as digging those claws into the hide of what used to be a living creature. It must be the way a kid feels squishing mud or Play-Doh.
Anyway, the chairs are really gross so I went on the search for cat-proof chairs. I found metal ones! They look like wood and even have a wooden seat, but those suckers are metal. Let's see what damage the cats can inflict on those! I do predict some late night toe banging...
The chairs arrived yesterday in a box big enough for me to ship myself somewhere (note to self - story idea...old lady in search of adventure ships herself to Bora Bora...) Of course, the cats acted like it was full of catnip! They LOVE boxes and this was the mother of all boxes!
 
The chairs were assembled, except for the wooden seats which had to be attached. Dash helped with the whole process. He kept our pencil "safe" by holding onto it. He made sure Dad used the drill properly, and got those screws in right. Dash was quite certain we couldn't have put those chairs together without him.
Dash is outside now, along with the rest of his brothers, in search of things to kill - or pretend to kill!
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