Fenway has entered into his Destructive Period. Yesterday he pulled a lamp over, chewed on two pairs of glasses, a DVD box, and something else that escapes me at the moment. Today he managed to find a rather large wine glass filled with Pelegrino (which we drink while eating arugula and mocking the bitter people) sitting on a book shelf which he proceeded to knock over (the wine glass, not the bookshelf…but give him time) and there was broken glass and soaked books everywhere. The loving and forgiving mrs tbogg took the blame for leaving the glass on the shelf. We’ll see if she changes her tune about Lil Bastard v2.0 when the SWAT team shows up after he starts thinning out the neighborhood cat population with a high-powered rifle.

I think that military school may be in his future…

In the meantime, Satchmo has taken up residency in the bathroom off of the master bedroom for some reason. It’s not uncommon to open the door and find him asleep in there in the dark. I’m not sure how he closes the door behind him but he’s always been kind of shy so it’s not too surprising. Either way, it takes several minutes to coax him out with much snarling and grumbling by both parties.

Home is where the shower is.

Beckham & Satchmo do not understand what they have done to deserve….

…this.