Darn That Dog!
George Lucas ate my last bra.You are probably wondering things like why don't I keep my bra's where he can't get to them, or how could I get down to the last bra?
We have placed the dirty clothes basket on a shelf unit so it's another 18 inches off the ground. George Lucas can't reach inside, but Larry will pull them out for him. I will get out of the shower and find my bras all over the floor. I went to Target last Sunday for only an hour and left George Lucas out. I came home to find my bras all over the house. If you try to take them from him, he will run off. He even makes the naughty attempt of taking them with him on his walks.
So, yesterday morning I went to get a bra and I was all out. I went to the laundry room to see if the clean ones weren't put away yet and there were none. I went to the bathroom and found chewed up bra carcass all over and some in the entrance way.
I found one I could deal with for Saturday morning banking (only 3 hours, I am at work this morning) and after I will go and stock up on new, pretty and expensive toys for George Lucas.
The sad thing is, that it's not George Lucas being bad, it's Larry. Larry can open and close doors (even locked my sister out of the house once), open and close drawers, dig and pull for stuff and open the closet for George Lucas to get my shoes. My cat is an evil genius. I'm afraid he has the powers to take over the world.
I'm afraid of my cat.
