Gryff has decided to tread on my last frayed nerve, today [View all]
He is just on a rampage, this morning. He jumped on the bar cart and broke my precious Manhattan pitcher. SHATTERED it. OK, it's just a material thing and I didn't use it all that much but it had great sentimental value. How he didn't break more items is a mystery. Fortunately I keep the costly glassware in the hutch, behind glass doors. I've moved a Waterford Crystal bowl from the top of the hutch because he likes to jump up there, too.
Next he knocked over a box of masks I keep on TOP of the Grandfather Clock, and started chewing the elastic off of them before he got distracted by something on TOP of the book shelf, where my parent's ashes are kept. Fortunately, again, I got him down before he caused another disaster.
He also knocked everything off of the dining room table, including the pad and table cloth. I've taken all of the leaves out to minimized the table top and am now desperately searching for the rubber matting I have, SOMEWHERE, to (hopefully) prevent him from sliding the two sections of pad on to the floor. I'll probably just go out and buy more.
Now he's sitting on the table, confused as to the size change.
Time to take a deep breath because it's too early to pour a glass of anything soothing.
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