We can't have nice things
I finally got a curtain rod so I could hang curtains in my bedroom. N.B.: those aren't the curtains I talked about in my curtain poll (those are for the living room Wall o' Glass); these are the ones with moons and stars I brought from my old apartment. I needed to get them put up first because, hello, bedroom! I don't need the sun blasting through my bedroom window at shit-thirty A.M., thanks. Or ever, really.
My bed is right under the window. The window is my headboard, got it?
So last night, had to have been at least 3 A.M., Merlin was doing that thing cats do where they race randomly from one end of the house to the other, doing the obstacle course over all the furniture, galumphing like they suddenly weigh as much as a rhino. This, I have learned to ignore, even when *I* am part of the obstacle course, because when one has cats, it comes with the territory.
Then Merlin decided to climb the curtains. Which led to Merlin getting tangled in the curtains. Which led to the entire fucking thing crashing down onto my head, curtains, curtain rod and all. Pulled the hardware right out of the wall.
I did *not* pitch Merlin out my 8th-story window. Because I am a *saint*.
My bed is right under the window. The window is my headboard, got it?
So last night, had to have been at least 3 A.M., Merlin was doing that thing cats do where they race randomly from one end of the house to the other, doing the obstacle course over all the furniture, galumphing like they suddenly weigh as much as a rhino. This, I have learned to ignore, even when *I* am part of the obstacle course, because when one has cats, it comes with the territory.
Then Merlin decided to climb the curtains. Which led to Merlin getting tangled in the curtains. Which led to the entire fucking thing crashing down onto my head, curtains, curtain rod and all. Pulled the hardware right out of the wall.
I did *not* pitch Merlin out my 8th-story window. Because I am a *saint*.