J.B. Weld Can’t Help Me Here

Background info: Due to an insensitive prick of an ex-boyfriend my indoor cats of six years became outdoor cats last year. Long story, will get to those rants another time. Also, J.B. Weld and I became intimately related during the Patio Door fiasco of 2010.

Today: The kids and I arrive home and unload ourselves from the car. Trinity heads upstairs when we all hear a very loud, “Meow!” Then I hear, “Holy cow! Mom, Curla is in the house!”

Since it was a gorgeous day we left a bunch of windows open – all of which are fully screened. Looking around I see this:

Knock Knock Bitch

Knock Knock Bitch

I tell the kids to stop looking for Cowin since he’s outside enjoying the work of his partner in crime. We boot Curla out of the house and while the kids eat the leftover tacos (leaving me NONE, the turds!) I pull up my big girl tool belt and tackle the screen repairs.

Nailed it!

Nailed it!

PS: I hope her claws are as shredded as my screen.

WANTED:  Curla Cat Crime: Breaking & Entering

WANTED: Curla Cat
Crime: Breaking & Entering

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