Sadly for all us blue-streak cussin' machines, we have reached the point where the kid actually listens and will occasionally slip and say something profane. (Like we didn't see that coming.) I'm waiting to get a call from the school that she slipped and fell at recess and yelled "MOTHER FUCKER". I promise I'll try not to giggle.
So no HONU YOU FUCKER posts. Or shouting at the top of my voice.
The little shit has a taste for spinning fiber, and has made off with several chunks. Including some from Fiber Optic, which is NOT EASY TO GET HOLD OF. (If you click that link, I am not responsible for what happens to your credit cards. Oh, hell, just go HERE and weep at the awesome. Start with the 'show your work' thread.) She pulled an entire batt out of my spinning basket a few months ago, dragged it up and down the hall, killing it the whole way, and left it snarled in a matted mess around her scratching post. Dead as can be, all right. It took half an hour on hands and knees to get the silk fibers up, that she'd ground into the carpet.
The pictures were lost in the Great Phone Crash of 2013, but I might have something....
I got a project bag with a drawstring top and kept my fiber in it. She learned how to open the goddamn bag. This is my reward for not declawing her.
She also likes yarn, and will BITE it. Once I was winding off some yarn from bobbin to niddy-noddy, and she burst out of nowhere, chomped down, and took off. Amazingly, the yarn survived the treatment, and so did the cat.
Usually Honu's really good about "NO". She understands the word, and knows there are things she shouldn't do. But, being a cat, at tortie cat, well, occasionally she throws that to the wind, and all hell breaks loose.
So, yeah. Honu, you CAT. I've gotta have SOMETHING to yell.