My cat is driving me crazy.
Phoebe has grown big enough that there is no surface in the apartment which she cannot jump to. She has been all over the kitchen counters and on top of the refrigerator, and the highest cabinet, which has been resulting in broom-wielding (Dinah is smug about this). She responds appropriately to a firmly delivered, "NO", but that doesn't stop her from trying again. Grr. Feline.
And yet, when she snuggles up to me and purrs, it all seems worth it.
And yet, when she snuggles up to me and purrs, it all seems worth it.