Chloe

I have a certain group of shirts (usually the new ones) that have mysterious holes on the front of them. This mystified me for longer than I would like to admit until one day I was sitting on the couch and up jumps Chloe, my domestic raccoon.

*side note: I always forget how old she is, but I love her and would spoil her rotten if I had the money.

So up she jumps on my lap jealous for my attention because I have the lap top on my lap and am obviously rejecting her. (or so she thinks in her twisted wonderful little mind of hers) She always tries to sit right on top of the lap top as if lightening will hit me and I will then give her full attention which is rightfully hers to command.

She comes up and stretches out over the entire lap top and begins needing my shirt! Oh and gets her sharp little claws caught on my newly bought shirt and yanks her paw away ripping a beautiful little hole! (It doesn’t help that they make women’s shirts so thin now- what’s with that?!)

‘She is the one!’ I think. ‘She did it! She ruined all my shirts and now forces me to layer in a certain ways where you don’t see the holes.’ *scowl at Chloe- like that will teach her.

So what do I do? Make a mental note and make sure she’s comfortable next to me and the lap top. I sure showed her who’s boss.