While Hal and Orin are evil geniuses intent on dismantling our home, their hijinks seem amateurish compared to the cats on this show. When, for instance, a pet consistently tries to burn down a couple's apartment ... well, that pales to the phone call I would make.
"Hi, Cat Whisper. This is Christa. Yeah, we have two cats that just go crazy like twice a day. Well, they just run really fast and chase each other and climb on every surface and yowl and stuff. Yeah, yeah. Well, no, it's not dangerous, per se, but it's super annoying. Sometimes it happens right when we wake up, and ... well, we aren't really morning people so that's the WORST, you know?
"Well, they did spill water on Chuck's Mac Book and now that's kaput. And they ripped up the leather arms of our couch. Yeah. The couch. And Hal, well, he is always scratching at the woodwork. And sometimes Orin won't be quiet when we're trying to sleep. ... What's that? No. No. Oh, no. They've never tried to kill us with a freshly sharpened talon. No, they don't gnaw on dangerous wires. Oh. Ok. Thanks anyway. Bye."
I wake to pee three times: Around 6:50 a.m. I find Orin and Hal hugging in a single ball on the bath mat cozied into a corner by the tub. I coo, tiredly, and go back to bed.
I wake again around 9 a.m. and they're still in there in the same position, watching me tinkle and loving each other up.
At 11 a.m., same old story with these cats. This is too adorable to be true.
We've made a deal that I'll hand wash the best egg-making pan -- still dirty from last night's dinner -- and Chuck will make his World Famous Scrambled Eggs. Except: When we get downstairs, we find that the cats have shattered a glass candle holder during the night. There are tiny shards everywhere. Probably stuck in the wall. Those slivers and chunks that aren't on the floor are embedded in Chuck's foot and, I'll learn later, my primary shoes.
This requires putting the eggs on hold for some serious sweep-age. I worried last night that Orin was getting Big Ideas from the bad cats. Maybe I was right. At least we're building a thick behavioral file for the Cat Whisperer.
"Yes, sir. All over the floor. Shards. Just shards."
So anyway, the eggs turned out pretty great. I think it's the garlic.
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