The cat

I think we can agree that Hubs and I were blessed with interesting children. Nothing boring going over here. Ever.

So you'd think because of the child chaos, we'd be balanced out with a normal cat. Nope. Not us. We got the freak cat on the block.

We got the cat that doesn't like to be pet all the time, and only pet on her head if she's laying down and on her body if she's standing up. And don't get those two confused or she'll swat at you. Hard.

We got the cat that doesn't like catnip or cat treats or really cat toys for that matter.

We got the cat who obsessively picked at the locked cat door for so long that she ripped thick strands of wallpaper off the wall around the door.

We got the cat who can claw open the bathroom linen closet door, scoot the pile of towels out of the way and then leap through to the TV cord storage area. For a nap.

Fingers crossed the dog is normal or I may have to move to the looney bin and leave the looneys at my house.