I have decided to make Tuesdays my personal Caturday. This inaugural installation of Tuesdays with Hammy finds Hamilton Houdini Danger dismantling my attempts at organization.
I use the popular Expedit quad as the prescribed landing strip to corral bags, mail, keys, and whatnot in an attempt to impose some order on our livingroom. Sometimes it's pristine. Other times there is a buildup of 5 months' worth of magazines and to-file and to-shred mail. Right now we're in one of the latter cycles. But even when the mail is in disarray I'm pretty good about putting my bags in the designated cube.
Unfortunately, that very cube is apparently an extremely comfortable, highly desirable place for kitties to curl up and snooze.
"Don't worry, I'm totally comfy."
Yep. Ham crawled in and pushed the bags out. Then he took a nap. We have an old "Keep Out" welcome mat stuck behind the shelves. If Hamilton could read, maybe he'd realize that applies very much to him on the shelf as well. But honestly, it isn't as if he'd care. He is a jerk and I love him a million.
