You can have 'em all. And don't bring them back.
This morning at 2:55, we awakened to a loud crash. Jumped out of bed and ran out into the living room. Nothing out of place and the Christmas tree was still standing. OK.
Then we walked out into the kitchen. My first words: "I'm going to kill every one of the little ********." Rick's first words: "OMG, Pam."
Tabby (and yeah, it was her....I know it was) had jumped from the the litter bench to the top of the old fridge that was over by the door in the kitchen. From the top of the fridge, she then jumped to the top of the hutch. And when she jumped back down, her back claws must have gotten caught in the runner on the hutch. That started to come off, taking my Winterberry hurricane candle with it, in addition to two other Winterberry tall candles and one small Winterberry votive candle. Everything came crashing to the floor. The runner wasn't completely off the hutch and thank god for that because the Winterberry sleigh was barely hanging on and so were my large Winterberry candles. Honestly, had the sleigh fallen and broken, that girl would have found herself at the nearest animal pound come daylight. (And I'm only half kidding.)
So there we were.....trying to sweep up glass that had shattered on the floor and, believe me, there was glass everywhere in the kitchen; the glass even flew into the living room under the tree skirt. What a mess. We got it swept up as best we could. I saw blood on the fridge, and there was a moment of panic there (thinking it was Tabby's paws), but it was Rick's thumb....got that cleaned up. Rick did a good vacuuming while I took the tree skirt and the tablecloth outside and shook them well (and remember, this is 3:00 in the morning). Then I went down to the basement, brought the Winterberry boxes up and started packing the stuff from the top of the hutch. Got that done and took it back to the basement.
The total damage wasn't too bad: the hurricane candle (which I replaced....thank you, eBay), one small votive candle, and two tall candles....all part of the Winterberry stuff. I honestly don't know how the sleigh managed to stay on the hutch; the only thing that saved it was that it's really heavy. That cannot be replaced; we've never found it anywhere since Rick bought it for me.
In fairness, it was our fault. Our electric company is coming on Dec 19 to pick up the old fridge. It can't go into the basement because the men won't bring it back out...we would have to. it can't go outside because it has to be in working order, meaning it has to be plugged in and operating or they won't pick it up. Lowes would have just taken it with them, but they told us it would take 24 hours for the new fridge to come down to the proper temps.....I had a fridge full of stuff and didn't know where to go with it all. So we just put the old fridge over by the door.....never imagining that Tabby would use it as a way to get to the top of the hutch. So, in the long run, it's our fault.
I'm calmed down now, but I was......well, peeved doesn't even begin to come close. Oh, and the whole time we're trying to clean up the mess, Bootser is screaming at the top of her lungs for breakfast. I'm at the end of my rope with them. All of them. You can have them. All seven of them.
And do not bring them back.
This morning at 2:55, we awakened to a loud crash. Jumped out of bed and ran out into the living room. Nothing out of place and the Christmas tree was still standing. OK.
Then we walked out into the kitchen. My first words: "I'm going to kill every one of the little ********." Rick's first words: "OMG, Pam."
Tabby (and yeah, it was her....I know it was) had jumped from the the litter bench to the top of the old fridge that was over by the door in the kitchen. From the top of the fridge, she then jumped to the top of the hutch. And when she jumped back down, her back claws must have gotten caught in the runner on the hutch. That started to come off, taking my Winterberry hurricane candle with it, in addition to two other Winterberry tall candles and one small Winterberry votive candle. Everything came crashing to the floor. The runner wasn't completely off the hutch and thank god for that because the Winterberry sleigh was barely hanging on and so were my large Winterberry candles. Honestly, had the sleigh fallen and broken, that girl would have found herself at the nearest animal pound come daylight. (And I'm only half kidding.)
So there we were.....trying to sweep up glass that had shattered on the floor and, believe me, there was glass everywhere in the kitchen; the glass even flew into the living room under the tree skirt. What a mess. We got it swept up as best we could. I saw blood on the fridge, and there was a moment of panic there (thinking it was Tabby's paws), but it was Rick's thumb....got that cleaned up. Rick did a good vacuuming while I took the tree skirt and the tablecloth outside and shook them well (and remember, this is 3:00 in the morning). Then I went down to the basement, brought the Winterberry boxes up and started packing the stuff from the top of the hutch. Got that done and took it back to the basement.
The total damage wasn't too bad: the hurricane candle (which I replaced....thank you, eBay), one small votive candle, and two tall candles....all part of the Winterberry stuff. I honestly don't know how the sleigh managed to stay on the hutch; the only thing that saved it was that it's really heavy. That cannot be replaced; we've never found it anywhere since Rick bought it for me.
In fairness, it was our fault. Our electric company is coming on Dec 19 to pick up the old fridge. It can't go into the basement because the men won't bring it back out...we would have to. it can't go outside because it has to be in working order, meaning it has to be plugged in and operating or they won't pick it up. Lowes would have just taken it with them, but they told us it would take 24 hours for the new fridge to come down to the proper temps.....I had a fridge full of stuff and didn't know where to go with it all. So we just put the old fridge over by the door.....never imagining that Tabby would use it as a way to get to the top of the hutch. So, in the long run, it's our fault.
I'm calmed down now, but I was......well, peeved doesn't even begin to come close. Oh, and the whole time we're trying to clean up the mess, Bootser is screaming at the top of her lungs for breakfast. I'm at the end of my rope with them. All of them. You can have them. All seven of them.
And do not bring them back.
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