Jack has a known affinity for blinds. He bent the mini-blinds in the bedroom window of California apartment. Our current home has those horrible roll-up blinds. We thought they were safe. We thought wrong.
We came home today to discover the blinds on the kitchen window now have a flap. I thought perhaps Jack decided the room needed a little sun. The b/f grabbed the tape, and we set about establishing a temporary fix.
I then discovered the tears, the tears that fit the pattern of his furry little paws. Tears very high on the blinds. Mere inches from the hanging baskets by the window. Apparently, we have a little Tarzan in the making and we need a catsitter if we want to go out.
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