…of our roof!!! Check out our second bedroom. What started off as a crack turned out to be a disaster waiting to happen.

Oh the joys of home ownership.

On Nadia’s birthday over a month ago, she received a helium-filled balloon to commemorate the occasion. It took only two days for one of the cats to jump up high enough to tear off and eat the red ribbon that dangled below it. For over a month, that balloon was firmed pressed against the ceiling in the living room.

After it lost some helium, it got bored and started moving around the house on its own.

It snuck up behind Nadia as she did the dishes, it got caught in the light fixture above the breakfast nook, and made its way up the stairs and into the bathroom (pictured above). I also found it in the bedroom hovering over the bed. When I walked in, it turned to face me (the “Happy Birthday” side being its face) and moved toward me. I brought it back into the living room because it was creeping me out. Hours later, it was back in the bedroom.

It is now hiding behind the couch, peering over the side (only the “Happy” can be read).

I’ve finally beaten the gallery issues. For whatever reason, this new webhost’s mod_rewrite handling is totally different from the old host, which is likely the issue that messed up the gallery in the first place. mod_rewrite is the thing that makes the URL of the site look pretty, like /blog/v/cats/sara/sara.jpg instead of /blog/wp-gallery2.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&2_itemID=13. Oh well, if it works, even with that ugly URL, then I’ll be happy with that. I’m uploading images again, and should be done by the end of the weekend.

I came home tonight to shit smeared on the floor again, but it didn’t stay there. No, the dog knocked over the gate that traps her in the kitchen and tracked her poo prints onto the carpet. Fantastic. I love dogs.

If I’ve learned anything about my time with Pooch, it is that I am a good cat owner, and a poor dog owner. I lack the patience to deal with dogs. This will be the last time I ever have a dog in this house, or any house that I live in.

Update: Here’s the poo-monger