Have you ever had a cat that will run around a corner like it's NASCAR and play bowling with all your beer bottles? Wait, what's beer doing out of the fridge, you're wondering? Well it ain't. She hears me open the fridge door and I swear to god I don't know what her fascination is with the thing but she'll do a flying leap into the bottom shelf of my fridge. So now I keep the beers up high and I TRY to remember to crack the fridge open.
I've yelled at her, spanked her, and sprayed her with a water bottle. She LOVES the abuse.
And I can't stay mad at her.
Let's see, when I try to reload she jumps on my lap and wants to bat all my shells over, play with the primers, and I don't even let her near the gunpowder. She loves walking between my feet even though I trip, step on her, or kick her. She loves playing with my curtains. She's chewed through cords. It's adorable if I bounce a golf ball on the tile as she'll leap in the air for it.
Better entertainment than a TV at twice the headache. Let me guess, you want more pictures? Tomorrow.