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janedavitt) wrote2012-04-18 08:58 am
janedavitt) wrote2012-04-18 08:58 am
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Willow's latest
On a happier note...
Yesterday I bought a shoe rack for my closet; two pieces of wood, with metal poles between them that screw into holes in the wood, one slightly higher than its pair. Cheap, but functional.
I started to assemble it in the hall and Willow pounced gleefully on the screw. They're big, with circles on the end that you use to screw them into the threaded poles.
Got to the end; one screw missing.
Oh, Willow.
Looked everywhere. No screw. Deciding I'd maligned her, I sighed, took it apart, repackaged it (including one Willow-shredded but totally useless anyway instruction sheet) and returned it.
Take Two.
This time a dowel was missing and the wooden pieces were exactly the same when they needed to be mirror images. I found a spare dowel and by dint of not using washers, managed to assemble it with one of the wooden pieces the wrong way around.
This morning, I picked up one of the food plates in the cats' room to empty it and found the missing screw.
She is a demon cat, I tell you.
And now I feel hugely guilty that the landfill will have a shoe rack dumped in it for no good reason.
Yesterday I bought a shoe rack for my closet; two pieces of wood, with metal poles between them that screw into holes in the wood, one slightly higher than its pair. Cheap, but functional.
I started to assemble it in the hall and Willow pounced gleefully on the screw. They're big, with circles on the end that you use to screw them into the threaded poles.
Got to the end; one screw missing.
Oh, Willow.
Looked everywhere. No screw. Deciding I'd maligned her, I sighed, took it apart, repackaged it (including one Willow-shredded but totally useless anyway instruction sheet) and returned it.
Take Two.
This time a dowel was missing and the wooden pieces were exactly the same when they needed to be mirror images. I found a spare dowel and by dint of not using washers, managed to assemble it with one of the wooden pieces the wrong way around.
This morning, I picked up one of the food plates in the cats' room to empty it and found the missing screw.
She is a demon cat, I tell you.
And now I feel hugely guilty that the landfill will have a shoe rack dumped in it for no good reason.