And Elvis seems to have an attitude this morning . . . JUST what I need; a cat with attitude.
Bayleigh is learning some "string" tricks. Here's her version of 'The Fish Spear' . . .
And I truly did try to get everyone to sleep early tonight, but we had an unforeseen occurrence. While I was reading Eli's bedtime stories to him, Bayleigh was brushing all of her My Little Ponies' hair out and putting them away.
When I came in to help her put them up, I noticed a strange, nasty odor coming from the vicinity of her Ponies. CAT PEE! Apparently Elvis had relieved himself amidst her Ponies and their container.
No rest for the weary around here. I took her container into the bathroom and cleaned it as well as I could (and disinfected the tar out of it) . . . then we dumped all 44 My Little Ponies in the bathtub full of running hot water and I washed every single one of them off, and laid them out on some towels to dry. It was after 11:00 before I made it to bed. I'm thinking it's time to research what might be causing the cat to do this . . . don'tcha think? I'm tired . . . just tired.