Did I really just say that?

If it isn't the kids giving me a run for my money, it's my pets. And they have all been full of it since we have arrived at our home in Laurium. 

Yes, both cats and the dog are with us. It's their home too, and it's easier to bring them along than find someone to take care of them. 

At any rate, here are a few things I've said (more than once!) since we arrived here. 

"Drop that cat poop! Stop playing in the litter box!" The litter box is located in the back entryway here. We don't know where else to put it. We don't want the animals in the (super scary, really unsafe) basement, so that's not an option. At our primary home, the litter boxes are in the basement storage room. For some reason, Copper is afraid of the basement and won't go down there. So she never sees the boxes (or their contents). Apparently, she's intrigued. And it's gross. The other night, I unrolled my yoga mat so I could exercise. And Copper promptly dropped a hunk of cat poop on the mat. Disgusting!!

When a child (usually TJ) asks me if I have seen the cats, my response is, "Well, did you look in the oven?"  No, we aren't preparing a dish of feline flambé. There is a drawer underneath the oven. And Willoughby, who craves peace and quiet, discovered he could crawl in there through a hole in the back. Katie promptly joined him. It's not at all unusual to pull the drawer open and see two pairs of eyes staring at you. 

"Stop peeling the wallpaper!!" This house is covered in wallpaper. It's pretty ugly, but we haven't been in a hurry to take it down. The walls are plaster, and we knew they would need some work before we could repaint them, and we had some concerns that lead-based paint was underneath. Well, Katie doesn't share our concerns. She still has her front claws (Willoughby does not), and she has decided the walls are her scratching posts. Bill has grudgingly started removing sections of wallpaper, since the cat has made such a mess. The plaster is as bad as we feared, but he tested the paint chips and it shows no lead. Bill is still painting everything primer white, just to give it some uniformity. 

In just a few weeks, we will be moving in with my parents while we build yet another house (I promise, it's the last time. We belong in Coopersville, but there are no suitable houses on the mark, so building is a better option than living under an overpass). I hope the animals behave themselves there. At least there's no wallpaper!