“Grumpy Cat” and Xena got into a fight last night while MacKenzie was sleeping unsuspectingly in the same room. Grumpy Cat lost.
To thwart a Level 7, International Nuclear Event Meltdown provided by my cat-obsessed four-year old, I did what any proactive Mama would do: I swiftly collected Grumpy Cat’s carcass and brain matter off of my daughter’s bedroom floor, stuffed the remains into a Ziploc body bag, and hid the evidence. That’s a lot of death to deal with prior to 6 o’clock in the morning.
Next…. On to amazon.com to see if I can locate Grumpy Cat’s twin brother, Cantankerous Cat, for a little unsuspected switch-a-roo.