Today’s blog was meant to be about scary Aberdonian drivers.
That was until I arrived home this morning to discover that Rebus (the little stripy thing sitting in the basket) decided to tip over a bookcase, and trash several canvases in the process. I'm still not sure how she managed it.
This little monster is well known for being far too curious for her own good. In the last year she has; fallen in the bath, tipped a pot of emulsion all over herself before leaving indignant paw prints and splashes all over the house (including a curly Rebus shape on my sisters bed), stolen my toast and climbed the curtains before slipping and tearing her way back down to name but a few.
When she isn't trying to destroy the house she spends her time culling anything that moves in the garden and surrounding area. If our garden is ever subject to an archaeological dig in a few hundred years their going to believe we were into ritual sacrifice!
It’s funny how something so weirdly destructive could be so well loved and yet her madness has a certain entertainment value, at least when you’re not the one who has to tidy it up!