We’ve officially aborted Mr. Cat’s toilet training endeavor. Don’t ask why, just trust me we will NOT be trying this again.
It’s back to the litter box we go.
We’ve officially aborted Mr. Cat’s toilet training endeavor. Don’t ask why, just trust me we will NOT be trying this again.
It’s back to the litter box we go.
It’s FRIDAY!
and my heart rate is now back to normal.
Sort of.
I got to the office this morning and had to throw something in the trash. I walked up to the garbage and just as I tossed the trash I noticed the dead body laying on the top. I choked back the scream. I locked my knees to keep myself from collapsing. I grasped my bags tighter to keep from dropping them. But, yes, there on the top of the garbage was one dead mouse.
Another one bites the dust.
This is the view from my office window. The frantic white horse that has literally carved a path in the ground from his pacing is White Horse. I’m sure he actually has a name, I just don’t know what it is so I call him White Horse.
Don’t tell me you can’t see the path he’s frantically pounded with his pacing. You may wonder why he’s frantically pacing when he has a full 5+ acre lot that he could frolic in. See White Horse is obsessed with my niece’s horse Guido.
Here’s Guido completely ignoring crazy White Horse. Guido is happily enjoying the neighbor’s yard and the peace and quiet he has between his pen here and the large open space in the neighbor’s yard. He really doesn’t care about crazy White Horse and his need to be near him.
But, don’t let Guido fool you. If White Horse decides to go visit Brown Horse and Oreo (the horses on the other side of the fence) then Guido’s the one standing at the fence feeling lonely.

Again, I don’t know Brown Horse and Oreo’s real names, they are just brown and black with a white belly thus Brown Horse and Oreo. It sure would be nice if they could all play together but no, there’s a plot of land between them that only White Horse can cross which gives him all the power.
Can you tell life in my office is interesting?
My brother left at Dark-o-clock this morning to make the long trek to CA to pack up my sister and nephew and bring them here. They should arrive Friday night with my nephew and mom flying in Saturday around noon. Fun times ahead.
And, to answer the question I’ve received a couple times…the mouse is in the office. The toilet viewing mouse happened (THANK GOODNESS) to my brother. (If it had happened to me I would have run screaming from the bathroom — not a pretty sight.) No new turds this morning, thank goodness.