Life with Sam & Lucy

Funny how I thought that after the Terrible Two's I would be finished altering my environment and Sam-proofing various things.

• In the beginning I had to stop having anything fun sitting on any level surface that was reachable by felines. 
• Then I had to stop having any plants in the house (dirt is so fun to dig) even if I put big pebbles on top of the dirt as a deterrent (pebbles make fun hockey pucks to shoot back and forth over hardwood floors at 3am - Lucy the opportunist would generally join in once the pebble was appropriated from the planter). 
• Then I had to stop putting the TP on the roller, instead keeping it on a little shelf far above the roller - this really was due to both of them. (Moving to SC I found it quite novel to try the roller in the new bathroom - yay! it doesn't seem as interesting to them as the Aub*rn one I guess). 
• Then I had to figure out how to anchor down pictures hanging on the wall so that Sam couldn't reach under them (he thinks they are windows to other worlds and reaches behind in an attempt to go thru them) and knock them off the wall.
• ...the list goes on...

But now, among other fun new habits that are not quite so easy to curb, we have our latest Sam-proofing protocol...

I'm still stymied by the new wake-up-Susan-by-pulling-her-hair routine and I've pretty much given up on keeping anyone off the top of the piano.

Lucy's worst transgressions continue to be

• having tortie fits where she bites (lightly) or smacks (amazingly hard but no claws) either my hand or Sam's head (obviously she thinks we are her kittens and she's disciplining us but we never know what for),
• trying to climb the tall blue bookcase a couple of times a week to get the feather-stick toy she thinks still lives up there even tho it has been over a year since we kept it there, 
• being invisible at nighttime, 
• and occasionally freaking all of us out by walking around the house in the wee hours of the morning yowling at the top of her lungs like the ruttin'-est of tomcats... (even Sammers appears to find that thoroughly wack)
• Oh and perhaps being a little too obsessive about sitting on paper or in boxes at times.