When The Cat's Away The Mice Will Play

The last few days have been unbearably hot so we haven't been able to visit the dog park. Therefore, Baby Ted has THE WORST case of cabin fever. Yesterday, he dragged the toilet paper from the bathroom through the kitchen, around the dishwasher TWICE and was heading into the living room when I finally caught up to him. This is seriously worse than Mouth in February after a long, hard winter.

Today was again in the nineties but breezy so I braved the heat (anything more than 90 degrees makes me feel...stabby) and headed for the D.P. (Btw, D.P. stands for 'dog park'-it's code for those of us with pups who have come to recognize the words 'dog park' and must abbreviate it to avoid the BATSHIT CRAZY that ensues when the actual words are spoken.) Ted had so much fun today at the D.P. He played with two ugly poodles and ran his little furry butt off until he was so tired he was running crooked. You know what a busy day at the D.P. means, right?




Oh yeah. PASSED. OUT.

I turned the living room light off because, as a mama, I know I must do ANYTHING to encourage a baby to stay asleep once he crashes. I soon saw a few shadows out of the corner of my eye. Turns out that in our household the old adage "when the cat's away the mice will play" is now "when the annoying puppy is asleep the cats turn NINJA!"

Here's Moe wondering why the HELL his little kitty house was upended during Ted's heat-related house arrest:


And sweet little Toph. She's very old and very wise - and very intelligently infiltrated Doggy Headquarters.

Toph has made herself comfortable in Doggy HQ, and Moe is resting in his (still upended) house. And I used to think my life was boring....