Yes, there was the movie, Mean Girls. And yep, I went to high school and can back you into a corner if need be. But I suspect most of us can. So it's not really much to brag about. But the Mean Girl I'm talking about is this one.
Meet Layla.
I call her THE VERY BAD CAT.
She is a climber of screens.
The eater of carpet (and wicker Pottery Barn chairs).
Much to the amusement of my boys, she can leap half way up a wall in hot pursuit of a red laser dot.
She sharpens her weapons of mass destruction nails, publicly, and proudly.
Always watching.
Seeking.
Stalking.
And like most Mean Girls, she's absolutely gorgeous...
mink soft fur
sleek body
glistening golden eyes
magnificent stripes
magnificent stripes
long strident whiskers
So what began as a scruffy, fluffy, unbearably adorable, grey and white foundling from the hub's company's outside shop, has become our very own Mean Girl. She even had a dark grey 'M' marked in the center of her forehead. We should have known right?! But no! We thought it meant she was destined to be ours...M being the first letter of our last name and all.
Little did we know it really stood for Mean.
xoxo on this super unmotivating Friday, last day of the oddest Spring Break ever, wish the sun would come out kind of day,
~S
P.S. She's also hands down the favorite pet of my oldest boy...who truth be told shares a little of her ruthlessness. I keep telling him he should be a trial attorney.
P.S. She's also hands down the favorite pet of my oldest boy...who truth be told shares a little of her ruthlessness. I keep telling him he should be a trial attorney.
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