Animal Soup

He’s been sent outdoors for bad behavior, and he's not so happy about it.

I’m not sure if he was digging to China, or just trying to tunnel his way back into the house after getting thrown out for chewing too many random socks.

The little shit.

I’m about 9 socks to short for making complete pairs, and until he can quarry out some new ones from those holes he’s so fond of creating, he’s outside Mister.

I know he’s cute and all, and my son thinks he’s the best thing ever, but his appetite for all things fabric is getting ready to earn him a new home in my pot of stew.

And what’s with the cat? We moved into a house with wood and tile floors, but yet he finds it necessary to run find the 8 x 12 patch of Persian rug to puke on. God forbid he should gag on anything less than 100 % cotton.

For my next post I'll be sharing some of my favorite recipes....