Fur Love?

So being home with the fur has proven to be quite interesting. I thought he would be happy to have me home but I was clearly wrong. I felt so bad leaving him alone for those long days while I was at work, but I should not have. He has been a rascal these past couple of weeks. So far he has broken a lamp - the only one we had in the living area. Granted, I don't have to sit in the dark because we have other light sources but still. It was annoying being woken up in the middle of the night b/c he was up to no good.

I find myself regularly inspecting the living area when I come home for damage the fur has left behind. There is the occasional fur-ball that needs cleaning up. Okay, so that's not terribly bad and it is something one would expect with having a cat for a pet. And now that his fur is growing back, the sofa tends to be slightly furry - again still tolerable.

But then, this morning I woke up to a broken coffee pot. Literally, the carafe was in a million pieces. Now, I don't know about you, but I need my coffee. I'm one of those people who find it absolutely necessary to sit on the couch for at least a half hour with a hot cup of joe and a blanket and go thru the process of waking up. Needless to say, I was not happy having to clean up the glass. I started to panic about the idea that I'd actually have to get in my car - still in the pj's, of course - and find my way to the nearest Starbucks (mind you it's less than a mile away, but that's not the point and without coffee I am even more ditzy and fuzzy brained). Then I remembered that my hubby was smart enough not to let me get rid of the little piddly four cup Mr. Coffee pot we had pre-wedding registry. Crisis averted! I was able to clean up the glass and make coffee at home and not disrupt my morning routine too much. Whew! As a result, the cat is still alive and well. And so am I.