So I took your advice and wrote a letter. It’s a mean, mean, mean letter with lots of accusations and name-calling and right towards the end I realized what I was so mad about to begin with. Whew. I really feel a small load off my shoulders already and perhaps I will sleep better tonight. Here’s hoping. One letter down, 6,000 to go. (I am really mad, people.)

In other news, I have to share with you a new purchase BB and I made last week. I think I’ve talked about this before, but in case I haven’t, you should know that we are slaves to our cats. Lucy and Charlie are brother and sister tuxedo cats, they weight about 15 lbs. each, and they run. our. lives. We make grocery store trips just to get them food, when we need nothing else. We stand at doors and windows waiting for them to make up their minds about whether or not they want to brave the elements. We change the temperature of the house just to calm them down, and we cater to their every single solitary need.

We are crazy. Enter the purchase.

One of the major problems we have is that our cats like to hop in the windows when they’re ready to come inside. They [not so] patiently wait while we haul ourselves up from wherever we were, and they cry and howl and scratch until we let them in. Regardless of whether or not it’s 3am. Regardless of whether or not we’re in REM sleep. So after 6 years of this complete and utter nonsense, we finally broke down and ordered this:

It was remarkably easy to install (you just pop it in the window – it has springs) and I was delighted to discover that it fit our window easy as could be. The hard part though is training those beasts to use it. I shoved them through two or three times from both outside and inside, and Charlie is still scared to death of it while Lucy is too lazy to attempt it.

This HAS to work, or someone isn’t going to make it in my house much longer. Frankly, that door could have cost a month’s paycheck and I would have paid it because I’m so desperate for a break. But y’all, if they can’t get used to it, and I still have to play rock paper scissors with BB to see who opens the window, I’m not kidding…I will inflict damage.

Either that, or someone’s getting a revenge letter from me.