Requesting kittycat vibes

Dear Molly left the house in a sleep-interrupted stupor at noon-ish yesterday and has not been seen since. We want our kitty home. :(

I think I really suck at this parenting thing

Naptime. One would think this could be defined as "the time at which a parent puts a child in bed for approximately one hour, then gets some housework done." In our house, it's "the time at which one parent speaks calmly while one child screams in agony for approximately twenty minutes, after which the child finally acquiesces to stay in her room for a period of time between five and forty-five minutes, during which the parent restrains herself from emptying the liquor cabinet down her own gullet by reading icanhascheezburger.com, cakewrecks.blogspot.com, and other such life-enhancing resources."

Rebel kitty

Miss Molly, the prodigal cat, is back. Sort of. She came inside for slighly more than a minute before heading back out again.

We're taking away her car keys. And her cell phone. There must be consequences for making us worry.

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You know you're pretty desperate when you catch yourself thinking you had a "good writing day" because you posted to your Livejournal.