I Need Crab

I need him to take the pressure off full-blown adolescent kitty activities. When he's home, he complains about Hey Bob and I laugh. Crab left yesterday morning and Hey Bob is taking her teenage angst out on me.

This morning I woke to a newspaper knocked off the table and partially shredded on the floor. Ha ha. I sat at the computer and all of a sudden had no connection. I discovered Hey Bob had turned off the power strip that the router is plugged in to. Ha ha again.

I went to town today and purchased a much coveted item -- hydrocortisone cream -- to alleviate the itching from the boil like mosquito bites I am suffering from. I removed the tube from the cardboard box and, like a fool, left it on the table.

I found the tube later on the floor of the kitchen, the top flipped open and with tiny tooth perforations on the tube. Less funny.

Like a total idiot, I put the tube back on the table. This evening I went to a meeting and came home and could not find my hydrocortisone. So. Not. Funny.

I can't wait for Crab be the object of Hey Bob's torment. Call me. I wake up at 3 a.m. when the itching gets to me.