So Figaro...or Figarellie as he is now known...managed to come back inside the house yesterday still wearing Ellie's collar and tag. He didn't dare lose it.
He headbutted mom when he came in. He's such a suck up.
I'm the good one. I NEVER lose my collar and tag. I NEVER have to go incognito.
In other news this week, I've heard that our bathroom that has been torn apart for forever and a day...and more than a few minutes...will finally be put back together again.
Mom and dad are too
incompetent lazy to do it themselves so there will strangers in the house making noise and stuff. I'm guessing I'll be unable to convince them to switch out the blue tile mom bought...and replace it with tile that matches my ginger furs.
You can bet I'll still try.