Wasn't that Snidely Whiplash's catchphrase?
As much as I hate to rain on Tulip's parade, I just had to:
- Invert a clear plastic bin over the two magazine racks. She kept climbing on the peninsula to chew on the paper. Every day I'd find scraps of paper on the floor. The paper could be kleenex, unfiled bills, paper towels, etc. They're directly beneath the cat wind chime next to the silk flowers.
- The white bin to the right is my stock of pill bottles. Couldn't leave them uncovered any more. (Do you wonder why?)
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