Always read the fine print
Yesterday was the usual…a doctor’s appointment (this time for me, woohoo!), dinner out with my Baby Girl, then a little shopping. Jayde-Rhiannon wanted to take her bargain shopping queen of a mamma into Marshalls. After two hours and a basket full of treasures…we were done. No, I am not going to divulge the total…Chris has still not seen the receipt, but every item was necessary, and we saved a lot of money. Of course, during our shopping escapade, we could not forget our furbabies. Jayde and I were so excited to find a cute little scratching post for our feline zoo. Because seven-foot tower in our living room, the corner of our custom-made sofa, and a few door frames are not merely sufficient to sharpen the tiny little daggers on their feet. Every day with the Jackson Pride is an adventure. For the most part, all “six” of them are cute fluffy extensions of our family, and we spoil them whenever we can.
One of my recent projects is reorganizing my shoe collection. Yes, I said collection. Hi, I am Kellie, and I am a shoe addict…in all fairness, I am a product of my Aunt Sharon's making. The numbers hover in the low triple digits. On the record, that is all I am willing to disclose. Now thankfully, unlike dogs, our cats are not much for shoes. Though they do seem to target Chris’s footwear when they need to expel a furball. Anyways, back to the organizing part. I have some boxes neatly stacked in the corner of our bedroom. In the craziness of the last several weeks, the stack has remained untouched…until this morning. After being awakened around 7 A.M…by most of the pride racing up and down the hall, like a herd of elephants running from a mouse…I drifted back to sleep, not giving much thought to the cause of the stampede. Until about 9:30, when I heard an odd rustling sound that would not stop...even after I threw a pillow in the general direction of the strange noise. Somewhere between the stampede and the rustling, I also heard a crash. I could distinguish no glass or ceramic was broken in the crash—therefore no need to disturb my slumber by immediately investigating. Now wide awake, I turned on the light to discover the source of the unfamiliar sound. Only to find three of our feline ninjas in the middle of my fallen tower of shoe boxes, rolling around in the papers once protecting my precious collection. All giving me a look as if to say, “What, we didn’t do anything?!?” While they proceeded to frolic in my pile of shoes.
No cats were harmed in the making of this story…as for my shoes, well……
The moral of this story…ALWAYS read the fine print.