I hear the loud “thwack” and I know it’s not good. Sure enough, this was the sound of yet another toy colliding with the drywall in my hallway, this time with such force that it left a lovely dent motif. The wall, which was painted long ago by the family who lived here last, is … Continue reading This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things
Before our kids came along, my husband and I bought our cats expensive food, had the time to brush their fur lovingly, and the patience to indulge their every request for cuddles. They were our pride and joy. It's not like we ever threw birthday parties for them or anything, partly because they're both rescues so we literally don't know which day they were born, and partly because we're not nuts. But we generally doted on them daily.