She’s adorable, isn’t she? Cute widdle-bitty kitty playing with her mousy?
Her name is Gizmo and she is evil.
She eats my hair. Yes, while it’s still attached to my head. While I’m cleaning she stalks me, waiting for me to bend over so she can grab my head and start nomming. Now, this is something I expect from her and I’m usually able to defend myself.
But she does it while I’m sleeping. At random times during the middle of the night I wake up to Gizmo chewing on my hair, and she’s partial to the top of my head. I don’t know why, but for the last two weeks or so she’s been especially persistent in her desire for her Tasty Tresses Treats and I’m exhausted. (She’s very devious and if I close my door she scratches at the short kid’s door until he wakes up, so therefore, no…I can’t close my door.)
(Oh, and I’d just like to say I don’t usually have Yankee Candles sitting around on my floor. This was taken Christmas morning.)
The tall kid suggested I smear nasty-tasting stuff in my hair before I go to bed. The husband suggested a shower cap.
I’m thinking I need a German Shepherd. Sit. Stay. Don’t let the cat eat my hair.
Oh, and just because they were so damn cute that morning, and because Gizmo’s sister, Jinx, is usually dignified to the point of arrogance, here’s a picture of her playing with the mouse.