It happened. It was inevitable, although I suppose I naively thought it could work…or at least hoped.
Our boys, Jack and Sid, are officially being evicted.
For two months (long months most likely…for Ashley, not the boys) my cousin-in-law Ashley and her kiddos have been taking care of our cats.
They made it through October, and even through the Thanksgiving holiday...but then it happened. They were able to be good, resist temptation, but not THIS. Not their biggest weakness.
The Christmas tree.
Up it went, and four days later, down it went. Despite this being their first clawless Christmas, Jack the Ripper and Sid Vicious found a way to demolish the tree.
I must say, I’m actually surprised it took them this long.
So now, out into the cold they go…uphill, both ways, in the snow, shoeless…
Okay, so not really. But they are being picked up by Mr.’s amazing brother Mark who has agreed to take care of them for the duration.
Good luck Mark…and thank you for taking in our precious little demons!
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