So in the last post I made two comments.

The first comment was about showing you pictures of the HUGE new chairs.

**I’m showing you guys these on the contingency that you say NOTHING about my cluttered, horribly messy living room. **

So.. that’s the corner that the section will fit into. The chairs and the table (which match… miraculously.. since we bought them at different times) take up the WHOLE corner of the room, which is about 7′ x 10′.

Please ignore the mess. But see.. they take up like 1/3 of the living room. (That hideous orange thing in the right corner.. is our current couch. Think shag version of the couch from the opening scene of The Simpsons). Also.. the red/white blob on the couch? One of the many “cat friendly” towels laying around the house.

And for good measure… a close up shot. See nosy cat in lower left corner. IGNORE box of Lemon Heads on end table.

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The second comment was about how my mother has growing concerns about how her future grandchildren will be raised based on the way we currently ‘disciplined’ our cats (and by disciplined I mean.. do nothing..). Oh my.. does my cat have the best timing ever. It’s almost like he has a sixth sense..

Buster: “Mom is talking about how freakin awesome I am on her blog and therefore… I should provide living proof of my awesomeness”.

This is what I came home to today.

Me: <thinking> What the hell is that? Oh… well.. I guess that would be tissue paper.. but what’s it doing on the kitchen/dinning room floor?

 

Buster: ” What tissue paper? Oh.. THAT tissue paper… well.. you see Mom… it was violating a specific tissue paper tarriff while trying to cross the boarder and well… I use the necessary force to detain it.”

Me: “Damn it Cat! That’s the tissue paper I was suppose to wrap Grandma’s Christmas gift with!!! And could you have not gotten it everywhere???”

Buster: “Grandma-Schmandma… how can you fault me? I was keeping the peace at the homestead while YOU left us alone all day… humm?? What have you to say about that??”

Me: “Get off the table…. Please??”

(end scene)

And where was the other cat during this escapade?

Hanging out in the office.. in my office chair (which she’s not suppose to be on unless there’s a towel covering it).

Sophie: “I saw nothing.. besides… he’s not MY responsibility. Can I have some freeze-dried salmon now? “

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Lord help us when The Engineer and I have kids….