There's more than one way to skin a cat.

That is a horrible saying. I was really unaware that cat hides were in high demand. It seems more reasonable to substitute buffalo or deer.

Or atleast I thought until last night.

We got a kitten about a week ago. Yeah, I know, because we needed another dependent creature. But Andy wanted one, and it's over a year since we lost our last one, so, I didn't really care. We named her Libby.

Libby is a sadist. A complete asshole. While I respect the fact that within one day, she made herself at home by way of unwrapping a foiled baked potato and eating half of it, as well as opening a box of pizza on the counter, giving the butter a few healthy licks, and stealing a peanut butter cookie...

Fucking with me while I attempt to sleep does not put one near and dear to my heart. Which she did ALL NIGHT last night, so I got two hours of sleep. I resorted to spraying her with a squirt bottle of water, which was fun the first few times until she started drinking the water when I sprayed it.

Next stop is canned air. My brother in law recommended using a giant air compressor. I might try that on my kids.