Day Three Hundred Twenty Six

Guess Who Did Guess What

Where do I start? Let's go back to yesterday evening...

Andy and I had finished supper - Pei Wei takeout, which Boo! insisted she likes, too - and I was filling the dishwasher. Andy was in the family room setting up the show we wanted to watch. That was when all hell broke loose.

It wasn't Boo!'s fault - directly. Indirectly, yes, it had to do with something that was only there because she had to be confined, due to the fact she's a holy terror.

I heard a strange sound, in addition to Andy yelling, "What the (bleep) is happening??" I ran into the family room and saw the strangest sight. The enclosure Boo! had been using was rolling across the floor like a giant rolling ball! It went about ten feet and only stopped when it hit the family room coffee table. Oh, and did I mention before, the enclosure had been fully equipped for Boo's comfort with food, water, a bed, toys and...a litter box. 

Are you starting to get the picture? Stuck inside of this mess was Rooney who had gone inside the mini tent to see if there were any goodies she could obtain. Once inside, she thought she was stuck so she panicked and just took the whole thing with her.

When Andy, who had been all comfy on the couch, saw the thing rolling toward him, he thought we were having an earthquake! Once we both realized it was Rooney, he helped her out and sent her to timeout. I should mention, he never gets upset with Rooney - ever. He was very upset about the mess this created.

On its side was the pen. Upside down and spilled everywhere were the contents of a full litter box, now wet, plus everything else covered in kitty litter and water. If there had been food, it was gone. Because the thing is screened, there was a trail of litter running from the living room into the family room - wet kitty litter.

Andy and I took the pen outside, where I was left with the task of hosing everything down - bed, toys, dishes and pen. Andy went back inside to tackle the mess there. I don't which of us got the worst detail, but I can tell you I was soaked by the time I finished my chore.

To make matters worse, in the process of cleanup, Andy dropped his vapor pipe and smashed the glass atomizer to smithereens - liquid and all. That meant another cleanup of broken glass and nicotine juice - with can be lethal to pets. In the forty five years I've known the man, I have never seen him move so fast to do a cleanup. I know he was calculating how much hell he would have to endure if one of my babies walked through the toxic liquid.

What happened to my house?

The fun didn't stop there. Of course not. Fast forward to this morning, before dawn...

Andy had to get up extra early because he is traveling today. He had kissed me goodbye and I was all cozy in my bed hoping to get at least another twenty minutes of peace before I began my day. As he was leaving, I expected Boo! to sneak past him to "wake me." I remember hearing him say she wasn't outside the door this morning. I soon came to learn why not.

A few minutes went by when Andy opened the door again - only this time he had a sense of urgency about him. His next words still ring in my ears, "You better come quick! Boo! got into the lizard cage." (I did not think it prudent to remind him it was a terrarium - and not just a lizard but my sweet beardie!) No. All I could think was Boo! had killed my poor baby.

I flew out - well, okay - I old lady gimped my way to the scene of the crime. There, inside the terrarium, was Boo!, hovering over a terrified and confused Copper, who was cowering in a corner under her hammock, which was now torn away from a suction cup. Little, four pound, wrecking ball of a cat had torn yet another steel screen from its track. This, despite the newly refreshed Ssscat can strategically placed in front of the terrarium. I might sue that company for false advertising.....

Thanks a lot, can. You're fired!

Thankfully, Copper was uninjured. Boo! was not hurt either, except I can't imagine why not. She must have been working very hard to push that screen off its track. I am deflated right now. I'm also pretty sure I'll have to move Copper. But to where? And now I'm afraid to let Boo! go outside for fear she rips the screen off the pool enclosure. Can you imagine that tiny terror ripping through the neighborhood?

I am open to any and all suggestions - except any that contain the words, "Get rid of ______" Nobody is going anywhere - except maybe me. I need a vacation.....