Time flies when you’re having fun. The hair flies when the parents return home.
Maybe the time isn’t any longer but your efficiency has improved, Sophie. Won’t they be pleased when they see what you’ve accomplished!
I see that Annie has learned to get up onto the couch…good girl.
Idle paws are the devils toys.
There was a horrible accident on the highway; the family wont be back for a week, Soph. Both mom and dad are in a coma while baby Doug gurgles and coos in the child care play area. Baby seat in the back seat spared him serious injury with only a boo boo that was kissed all better by an intern.
When the toilet water is all drunk, dry bleached bones is what you guys will be by the time your people come home.
Annie’s expression: “So THAT’S how you measure time?!”
Ooh. This IS serious then.
When my cat Boots was a kitten, I had to hide all paper products when I went to work or I would come home and find paper towels and toilet paper shredded all over the floor
He could open cabinet doors, so I had to install child locks
She does that regularly? I don’t know how people can live with a pet like that. No matter how cute she is, I’d get rid of her.
I see Mom and Dad haven’t learned to puppy proof the house yet.
She must have broken into where the toilet roll replacements are.
It’s the end of civilization as we know it!