This past weekend we had new friends over for dinner. A problem Robert and I run into in our "social circle" (if you can call it that) is that we are often a good deal younger than most folks we run into, especially if they have children our boys age. So we feel the extra need to impress and show off our maturity--which of course comes easy because we are just cool like that...or something. This particular friend set has never been to our house, so of course we are planning our best behavior. We didn't need to do the mad dash to clean because well it was relatively decent and again my motto is "wipe the piss off the toilets and we are good" (that's my mature side talking). Plus their boys had been over during the day so I could blame any extra mess on the 5 boys running thru the house. Easy peasy. So family comes in and with in fives minutes are molested by Maddie, the please make out with me while I maul you with my paws and hair dog, and have their kids coat puked on by the always puking bulimic cat. Lovely. Hello and welcome to our home. Damn animals. So Maddie is banished to her kennel where she proceeds to pee on everything. Kids wanted to show their parents the stitched up $500 cat so they all tromp upstairs to the guest room where they are greeted with a nasty stained up crime scene of a bed courtesy of a drain tube in her side. We made quite the impression obviously. We did wash their coat, feed them a tasty dinner and wine in hopes that they got tipsy enough to forget the horror of the evening.
WARNING: if you don't like seeing 6 inches of stitches in a cats side go no further....consider yourself warned.
(and side note that I probably don't need to make but am going to anyway...this is taken right when she came home, I promptly removed all bedding from the bed and tossed old sheets on the bed--so as not to ruin and nastify the guest room--said sheets have gone straight to the trash)
