Of cats, dogs, and MIL’s

• Sometimes I wonder if my cats were born as the wrong species. It occurred to me this morning as they were performing their daily ritual of clawing the carpet and door to our bedroom that what they are doing resembles a dog trying to dig their way under a fence. Unfortunately for my cats they only have so far down that they can dig.

• Fortunately for me, NC has a law that apartment complexes must replace the carpet for each new tenant regardless of the previous tenant’s length of occupancy

• Also fortunately for me? A little thing called a pet deposit fee.

• Ozzy decided he wanted some gourmet cat treats last night. Why do dogs do this? Are they missing that mechanism in their brain that alerts them to the nastiness of eating cat shit? I mean, why will they eat cat shit but not vegetables? That doesn’t make sense.

• I know that many of you want some MIL stories from this past weekend. I don’t blame you. So here you go…

Sunday my husband and I wake up to find his grandmother’s house empty. We shrug it off and welcome the quiet. After I shower and get dressed and do my makeup I figure that this is the best time to pack up our stuff. So I dump out our suitcase and begin to refold the clean clothes and stuff the dirty clothes into a garbage bag. Not 30 seconds into this process the phone rings. We’re told by my husband’s aunt that we’re being picked up in 3 minutes by my husband’s uncle. I finish folding whatever was in my hands and start gathering up my purse and coat. The phone then rings again, it’s my MIL who tells us that my husband’s uncle is coming to pick us up. Um…ok, thanks. Then the phone rings again. At this point I’m more than a little annoyed but I get over it b/c it’s my husband’s grandmother and it’s at this point that I realize we don’t have a way to lock her door once we leave. We’re told to not worry about it. Fine. So after 3 minutes (exactly, I kid you not) we’re picked up by my husband’s uncle and we’re on our way. Once we get to my husband’s aunt’s house we realize that his grandmother and mother aren’t there. When we question this, we’re told that they’ve gone back to the house to lock up. So why didn’t they leave my poor uncle alone and just pick us up instead? Weird. All of a sudden my SIL’s cell rings. Guess who it is? Yes, the MIL. She’s called to yell at my SIL that my husband’s and my room is a mess with all of our stuff strewn about…yeah…ok. We shrug it off and continue visiting with the husband’s family. Once we’ve all gathered in one place (!) we decide it’s time for lunch. Originally we were supposed to go out to eat but apparently that would be too much of a hassle so instead my MIL tells her mother to go back to her house to pick up the fried chicken from her refrigerator. (The gas this family wastes is astounding.) My husband and I figure that we might as well join her a) for company and b) so we can pack up the rest of our stuff since it has so obviously irritated my MIL. My SIL thinks this is a great idea and joins us. We haven’t been gone for 2 minutes when my SIL’s cell rings. Yes, it’s the MIL…she’s called yelling trying to figure out where we are…my SIL tells her that since she got so hysterical before about all of our stuff strewn about we decided we should pack it all up…well the MIL? Doesn’t like this answer. She hangs up on the SIL only to call back 2 more times to yell. All of this happens about 2 hours before we have to get in the car and drive home. And all of this also happens about 2.5 hours before the MIL stops speaking to both me and my husband all together. Maturity…the MIL has it

*kisses*

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