This really should be a picture of Osgood.........
Nothing is sacred in my house.
Nothing.
My darling little Satan's Little Helper Osgood thinks that everything is his to destroy.
All my pretty sun catchers in my sliding glass doors that cast pretty rainbows on the floors?
He tore them all down.
Halloween decorations?
MMMMMM they taste good.
Food on the counters?
Fair game beotch!
Ugh!!!!
I do have the sadistic satisifaction that Osgood only wakes up Steve in the wee hrs of the morning. He can't figure out why. I keep telling him it is because the cat knows he can get away with shit with you because you are inconsistant and a push over.
Steve, being the thick headed goomba that he is just does not get it.
He's had this complaint with all of our animals.
"They don't listen to me!"
And if I point this little gem of a fact out?
Pffffffttttttt............forget it.
Update:
We went to the drug store and I picked up some shampoo that I despretely needed along with a few other sundries. I came in the house and plopped the bag of goodies on the dining room table. I then went to charge Pudd'ns Ipod. I heard the rustling of bags, but thought nothing of it. Satan's Little Helper Osgood has this tunnel thingie that sounds like a paper bag when he goes through it.
I get Pudd'ns Ipod all squared away and go to put my purchases away.
The bag is filled with soap..........
The Gotdamn @#&*! cat punctured several holes in the shampoo I just bought!!!!!