Come Home Soon

When I was a kid every time my dad left for the weekend/business trip something bad would happen. The toilet would break, the sink would plug, a squirrel would get into the house. Anything could happen. We all sort of braced ourselves for what would be the next thing broke/unusable/trapped until my dad came home.

Living with Steve has been no different. Steve's been gone for almost a week now on business and since then Moose has managed to expose himself (and me) to a fiber glass fort he found in the basement which required me to give the cat a bath. Not something I would like to ever repeat.

Also, the black cat, from last month’s adventures in home invasion, has come back into the house and helped himself to cat food, prompting Moose to have a stare down cat fight in our kitchen. (All these cat problems for a girl who considers herself a dog-person).

I'm not saying these things are happening because Steve is gone, but it is a weird coincidence.