Good Thing It's Almost the Weekend...

The first thing I'll be picking up for my activities over the three-day staycation I'm taking will be a water pistol.

One might think of kids spraying each other in the front yard, right?

Nope.

Kittens. Being taught that the tops of furniture and the bric-a-brac (including ceramic lamps) are not play toys and as such do not become shuttlecocks to sail across the surface of said tops of furniture.

I'm grateful that I noticed immediately when I arrived home from yoga tonight that there was something amiss. I wonder if he'd have been able to figure out how to roll the crystal vase (which he'd knocked on it's side), bowling-ball-style, to have it crash to the floor onto it's contents which preceeded it there: the crystal floral stems lay in shards (they were a gift from a co-worker). The crash caused a "genuine resin" standing Momma Siamese cat statue with baby meezer in her teeth to be knocked sideways onto the floor and the ear of the baby meezer was bashed in. The pieces couldn't be differentiated from any of the other shards, so there was no hope of a repair. My grandsons gave that to me for Christmas this year. No it's not a huge loss (genuine resin being what it is), but it's the point that the statue had been moved multiple times to get it out of the path of possible destruction. Obviously, the path changed...

The cobalt crystal ginger jars, blue and white china, and the crystal vases have been packed into the pie safe and the doors tied together for safe keeping. The Japanese Tea Set has been safely packed into a box and stacked with a couple of boxes of the same sort of decoratives that I've just not had room to place yet (and will now wait till someone is grown). ALL of those boxes are now flat on the floor next to each other instead of being piled one on top of another, to limit the chance of getting knocked anywhere.

The Tonk is in the doghouse tonight.

One water pistol, filled, will I hope, begin to teach this little boy some manners.