Elvis is the best cat ever. I mean it, he is the perfect cat. He cuddles just enough but doesn't smother you or need constant attention, he doesn't eat people food, he's just an all around great cat.
Ain't he sweet?
And then there's Priscilla . . . I swear this cat was spawned from the devil just to torture and ruin me. Yesterday she got up on the counter in the kitchen and spilled an entire glass of water all over. Then she pulled ribbon out of a box on the counter, pulled it out, tore it apart and strung it all over the house. I'm not exaggerating, it was upstairs, downstairs, in the living room- EVERYWHERE!!! Then this morning I found a bag of rolls that I had left on the counter, mind you they were wrapped in a grocery sack, and she had dug through two layers of plastic to dig at and eat from two of the rolls. I absolutely lost it this morning. I was this close to throwing her out the door and not bothering to look for her. Josh stopped me. I honestly don't know where he gets his love for this cat.
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I know we should all love our pets but I am so with you on this one and I can say this because I lived there! I miss you guys and I miss Elvis too!!! I see he found a baby's toy?! Hope things are going well!
Oh my gosh....it is exactly like Dexter and Molly! I always call Molly, "THE DEVIL". I am so mean...and I always try to give her a chance...and then she will do something so naughty, which confirms that she is the devil!!!
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