CATS ROCK

Cats rock.. I own two of them so I knew that watching my daughter’s dog for a long weekend would stink but she suckered me in with her motherly , tearful brown eyes. Her parting words were; “Mom, don’t worry she is a real good dog all she does is lie on her blanket.”.
Right, and I believe in Santa Claus .My first problem was that I couldn’t stop the dog from eating the cat food and the cats signed up for Jenny Craig rather than eat the dog food.
The dog spilled all her water and both the cats took a very unwanted dip in the pool due to being pursued by a eighty pound dog. The cat door then got ripped off the casing because the dog wondered why the cats had their own powder room in the garage- and soon found out that her eighty pound body couldn’t fit through a opening meant for ten pound felines.
Making the potty run was the next joy facing me. I was wishing that dog would just get a onset of acute constipation. Not my luck. There I was walking around the neighborhood with my plastic bag while my pooch buddy was being very selective about a spot to do her business. I tried to coerce her to use the empty lot owned by the electric company. That way I could cheat and not have to pick the business up. No way , she chose my neighbors well manicured turf instead.
Next came the 4th of July fireworks. Another advantage of cats, cats don’t bark! Dogs bark and whimper and shake. So I had to sit up all night, while the dog howled, whimpered, barked and shook.
Then this thing started to get serious. The dog missed her owner and went into a state of depression. Then the mental condition became physical . She had to be treated for a pulled muscle when her foot got caught in her neck bandana when she tried to jump the coffee table to attack the UPS man who rang the door bell. Needless to say I was very happy to see my daughter return. And I love my gentle, serene, fun loving Bonnie and Clyde all the more. No more dog sitting for me. Cats rock!