It's a Cathouse over here!

Ok. It happened. Deja has decided to inform the public that she lives in a cathouse. Now for her, that means living in a house where there are four furry felines.

But, judging from the reactions of the people she told while waiting in line at the store, you'd have thought it was the Cathouse, live from Nevada. You know, the show on HBO that you might have seen late nite after the kiddos have gone to bed. (guilty as charged.)

One woman even told me, "Geez, you shouldn't have her saying that." Um, she is SEVEN years old and thinks being in a cathouse consists of having four felines sleeping, playing, hissing, spitting, eating and pooping while all trying to get along. I guess there ARE some similarities with the show after all, lol.

But that is as far as it goes. I don't have Air Force Amy lurking behind my door and the only money that changes hands in my house is when hubby hands over most of his paycheck to me so I can pay the bills for that month.

With kids, frisky is definitely out. Unless it pertains to cat food. Plenty of Friskies there. And locked doors, late nights and LOUD TV. In the meantime, welcome to my cathouse. Where the fur flies, the meowing echoes late into the night (unneutered male cat from dad, soon to be remedied) and the scent of litterbox freshener is filling the air. Glad you could stop by for a visit!