And there was the time that Trixie got my roommate's toaster.... It was late at night. I was lyinjg in bed reading, pinned in place by cats on either side. I smell what smells like a skunk. So I assume we have a skunk in the yard. Not the first time. No big deal. I think nothing of it. Next morning my roommate mentions the skunk to me. And how he was making toast at the time. And how he felt a little ill after eating the toast....Slowly, it dawns on us. That was no skunk. Trixie peed in the toaster. AND HE ATE IT! Is that why Trixie was giggling? Larry is convinced that Trixie did this on purpose. She knows mommy NEVER eats toast. He's probably right. The toaster has been replaced by a toaster over. But I think I caught Trixie reading the schematics. She's very clever. If Trixie offers you toast, decline.
Nina <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Sigh. I just got through battling with my pee entrenched dryer again. Nothing seems to be helping, I feel your pain sister. Nina Susan Hoffman wrote: > This morning when I headed into the kitchen to feed everyone, I > removed what I thought was a clean frying pan from the stivetop -- I > use the stove as a stagingt area to get all the plates of canned > catfood ready -- and put the frying pan upside down in the dish > drainer. Someone had peed in the frying pan overnight and I wound up > pouring cat pee all over the clean dishes in the drainer. > > One more morning like this and I'm going to make myself a cup of > strong coffee before anyone gets a morsel of food.
