Remember the water gun to keep the cats off the counters and what an amazing failure that was? Well, it was. Wally gets up on the counter all the time. I am too lazy to do more than yell at him and squirt him if the water gun is nearby, but Lloyd will chase him down and smack his tiny little kitty butt.
But I think I have the solution. The acidy, eye-stinging-fumes, vinegary solution. It just took a little splash in a bowl in the sink.
He didn’t get up on the stinky counter today, that’s for sure.
(Then Lauren sits down to upload photos into the post. Then she looks up and…..)
Ha! Scratch the gloating. He’s in the sink now.