Hi there!! How is everybody?
Whew! Well, it's finally out for all the world to see. Bridget's dirty little secret.
She has been terrorizing one of the chairs in the living room. The housekeeper has kept it out of sight for the most part, but it's getting so bad, it's really hard to hide.
Now, I'll have you all know that there are three scratchers not three feet away from this and I use them all the time, along with a scratcher holding up a perch by the window. Do you think she would use any of those? Course not!! This chair has become her claws-down favorite and from the looks of things, she's not letting up any time soon.
Since the housekeeper spends a lot of her time in the living room near the chair, you might ask when this carnage is committed. It happens early in the morning and goes like this:
Bridget goes upstairs and tries to get the housekeeper up. It's around 4am. No luck.
Comes down, heads for the chair, scratch, scratch, scratch is heard upstairs. The housekeeper is livid, but won't get out of bed.
She goes up again and purrs and taps the housekeeper who now pretends to be asleep. No luck.
That darn wench goes back downstairs..you guessed it..scratch, scratch..scratch (and a little "take that" said under her breath).
The housekeeper finally gets up, angry as a wet hornet, ready to kill.
Now, a little backstory. The chair was supposed to go to the dump before we left Maryland. We were told to knock ourselves out, scratch all we wanted because we weren't taking it with us. It obviously never made it to the dump and Bridget has never forgotten. Fortunately, it's the only chair she's taken to for her free-for-all efforts!
I guess instead of grabbing Bridget to go to rehab, we'll just have to let nature take its course!