Who needs kids when you have a cat?

This cat is a never-ending source of activity. Her monthly date at the groomer’s dawned, so I retrieved her kennel from the basement. She saw it and quickly wandered away. Normally, I set it out early, so she doesn’t run away and hide right when we need to leave. Ten minutes or so before we have to head out, I find her hiding under my bed. I can’t reach her, so I grab a roll of wrapping paper to use as a cattle prod. I never actually touch her with it, I just shake it near her. This proceeds to accomplish nothing but her running away then me chasing her around the bed whilst holding wrapping paper. As the comedy of errors continues, I shut my door on my hand as I’m reaching for her. I finally get her out of my room. I think she goes downstairs, so I head down after her and can’t find her. Off to search the basement. Nothing. I find her in the room down the hall from mine and manage to wrangle her out from under the bed. She then protests loudly as I carry her to her carrier and negotiate her into it. She always calms down in the car then begins her “you’re leaving me forever” defensive mechanism that includes curling up in the back of her carrier. A few hours later, I pick her up and bring her home. About 20 minutes after walking in the door, she’s in my room and begins her “I don’t care for the groomer” bath. $70 a month for her, and she bathes herself as soon as she can. At least she’s cute.