So, the mother of the year award will not be going to me this year. Not that I was expecting it, or anything. I’m out of the running because I may have locked dog-cat #2 in the garbage closet last night. As if that’s not bad enough, I’m not quite sure how long he was in there. I have pregnancy brain and I couldn’t remember the last time I had opened up that closet. Oops. He’s just so quick and close to the ground. Do cats take special classes in the womb on how to be a ninja?! So, I mean, technically it’s his fault. If he weren’t so darn sneaky, I would have seen him slither his way into the closet.
Now, I know what you’re thinking…haven’t you done this before. Why yes, yes I have. I can’t help I collect short, small, and fiercely-quick-for-their-size animals. You don’t recall any posts about the greyhound getting locked in any kind of closets, do you? No, because she’s huge and there is no way she could sneak past me. She is in no way ninja-like.
So, I blame the animals. It’s their fault they get locked places and it’s their fault I’m out of the running for mother of the year.
But, I do feel a little bad that I have no idea how long dog-cat #2 was in the closet. Thankfully, he was locked in the closet with the dog and cat food. That’s probably why he didn’t meow or scratch at the door. He was too busy feasting. In fact, the only reason I found him is because I was getting ready to feed the zoo. He’s lucky it was feeding time. Or, maybe I should say I’m lucky…he probably would have finished off all the zoo food, if I hadn’t opened the door at that time.
So, in case you were wondering what we were up to last night…oh nothing much. Just locking animals in various closets around the house. Just your typical Fridy night in the Mullan Casa.
How about you? How was your Friday night?
Enjoy your day,