We have a rather whizzy shower curtain, with all the elements listed on it. It’s not hugely expensive in the scheme of things, but we’ve only had it a few months, and I’d like it to last a bit longer yet, thankyouverymuch.
So this morning, I was not amused to find Ron and Henry in the bath, one on either side of the curtain, thwipping at each other with their sharp needly claws. The wretched curtain has holes in it now.
Kitten soup, I swear …
January 25th, 2009 at 5:28 pm
Bring ’em round to our place: Freya can teach ’em to tear shreds off the chest of drawers…