Polly is a real pill

Wow. All I can say is... wow.

I live in a house with one very smart cat (Olive) and the other one. And Mr. Smith who adores the other one. I very well may wring her neck one day soon.

You may remember the hickey incident, right? (Still happening BTW except now the scarf doesn't foil her for a second - it's merely a minor challenge). She's now getting bigger and bigger and is INTO EVERYTHING. She's into plants, potpourri, the tub when I'm taking a bath, you name it, she's in it. The other day Mr. Smith was out of town and I think the only words I spoke all day were "Polly get down/off/out" in rapid repetition. But the kicker? SHE DOESN'T LEARN. Polly will jump on the kitchen counter three times in a row while I'm shredding chicken forcing me to scoot her off with my elbow each time. And each time she indignantly hits the floor is all "What? WHAT? WHAT?" *jumps back up* while Olive patiently sits in the corner with her paws behind her back being the good girl that she is.

knocked over the floor lamp the other evening

tommy said two seconds after he snapped this she ran behind my portrait and knocked down. he also spilled all his coffee on the couch whilst attempting to save the portrait in a crouching tiger, hidden dragon esque way. and potpourri was everywhere because i foolishly, FOOLISHLY thought it was out of her reach on the mantle.

Mr. Smith are befuddled with what to do, and today he had a eureka moment. Actual conversation:

Mr. Smith: we need to give her something she can play with. You know, like a challenge. So she won't keep getting in the corn plant and eating all the potpourri one piece at a time. 

me: tell me about it.

Mr. Smith: you know. Something she can play with. Like bark.

me: bark?

Mr. Smith: yeah, you know, like a bowl of bark?

me: bowl of bark?

Which is why I was texted this photo from the Home Depot this afternoon while getting ready to leave work for the day:

polly's bag of bark

If it works, I will be a) amazed and b) grateful, but I have a feeling that what's going to happen is that I'm going to start cleaning up bark bits in addition to chewed up philodendron leaves and potpourri that I'm currently cleaning up on a daily basis.

Oy.

In other news, we had a tree cut down.

me being the tree

This just in: Mr. Smith reports that Polly is happily playing with her bowl of bark.

Over and out.