2000-07-08 - 19:42:14
So some things were a lot easier before we got Lucy.
For example, Mr. Medea is upstairs scraping the baseboards in one of the bedroom. My chore for the weekend is to make a curtain for the glass in the front door. Only problem is, someone's got to keep an eye on Lucy, since we don't want her to spend the whole weekend locked up in the kitchen (where we keep her when we're out at work, or otherwise occupied).
So, it's my job to tell her "no" and "get down" and "get out from under the recliner." I have lots of lovely red scratches on my leg from when she tries to climb up onto my lap. (The really fun ones are the ones where she puts her claws into my leg and then starts to slip, dragging my leg along in the process.)
I can't wear any shirts with buttons on them because she tries to eat the buttons. I can't wear a belt because she tries to eat the buckle. I can't wear cut-off shorts because she tries to eat the fringe.
Sigh. But she's sooooooo cute.......
