So long Skippy

I must say that I am not sad to be shipping Skippy off this Sunday. He pretty much put the nail in his coffin today (or pet carrier) when he ripped to shreds many a thing in the living room. I was in the basement actually getting work done to get ready for daycare when he decided to go on a rampage. He, AGAIN, jumped over the baby gate and shredded a library book (on bipolar syndrome), my Family Fun magazine that I had just received in the mail, a junk mail cd (no big deal) and my to-do list (which included the airline info for his flight on Sunday). Then this evening as hubby and I were making dinner, I asked Bobby to go get some wood from outside so I could build a fire later tonight. He tracks in dog poo across the entire living room rug (off white, no less) without even realizing what he had done. Great.

I love cats.

Cats rule, dogs drool.

Skippy will be arriving in CA at 10:50 p.m. and I have already warned my sister that they will probably not be getting any sleep that night. He is going to be so wound up from being in his cage for 12+ hours. Good luck with that, sis!