Oscar had plenty of time to think, as well. With six mostly-unsupervised days in my apartment (I did have friends check on him), Oscar took his time thinking about how he could dismantle my Christmas tree. And then he did.
When I left home Friday, my tree looked like this:
When I came home today, my tree looked like this:
Notice the tree skirt is now on top of the tree. Notice the lack of ornaments. Notice the carnage.
No, notice the carnage:
No, notice the carnage:
My porcelain snowman is weeping inside:
And who's the culprit? None other than my little beast.
I'm not even certain I'll be able to find all my ornaments. They were strewn across my apartment. I could see him dragging some under my bed to his little hidden lair, so I'm counting on finding some in Oscar's litter box in a few days. Some could be under my couch. Some could be half way to Michigan. I really don't know. What I do know is that Oscar gets mad when I leave him. And I learned I need to do my best to curb the number of things he can destroy in my absence. Because something tells me he'd do it all again if he had the chance.
1 comment:
oooh, your Oscar is so crazy! Little Devil!
We had our neighbor visit our kitty everyday while we were gone but when we pulled in the driveway on Christmas Day and opened my car door, I could hear her meow-ing from inside the house! I'm telling ya', sure, cats can be left home alone, but they don't like it, not one bit!
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