Death to Pillow Pets

Oh no.

The Pillow Pet is dead.


This is why all scissors need to be hidden from Natalie. She claimed that the Pillow Pet was hurt and that she was helping him. (Note to self: Natalie WILL NOT be a doctor.) (Or, if she does become one she’ll be a psycho doctor.) (Like the kind historians believe Jack the Ripper was.) (Yikes.)


Here’s Max the Cat.

Don’t worry. His fur sitting in a pile beside him is NOT because of Natalie and her Death Clips.

No, that came from brushing him. This is why our furniture seems to always be covered by a thing layer of orange cat fur. Fun.

Anyway, I’ve hidden the scissors. Again. I keep doing this and Natalie keeps finding them.

Or she’ll find a completely different pair because apparently our house craps out scissors.

Now where is that Elf on the Shelf when I need him so he can report back to Santa on Natalie’s behavior?

Oh right.

We don’t do Elf on the Shelf.

Crap.