“I like the sun and all, but I want to be able to control it.”
That sentence came out of my mouth yesterday, so I bought and hung curtains for the first time in my life — no, really — and am looking so completely forward to deciding whether or not I want to wake up with sunshine punching me in the face tomorrow morning.
So far, the cats and I have an understanding that if they so much as scrape one errant claw over the curtain fabric, I will be forced to rip their claws out and make earrings of them. ON THEM, NOT ME.
I have not yet been able to make them sign anything, so I’m not exactly sure we have an agreement.
Perfunctory “rug matching drapes” joke
My cats claw the bajesus out of the curtains I have in our bedroom, but so far they’ve been good about not touching the expensive-ass ones I hung downstairs. Of course, I think I just jinxed that.