I cannot leave a bathroom door open as Diego sees it as his job to unroll the ENTIRE roll of toilet paper. He will also shread everthing in the garbage so I bought stainless, tall, lidded garbage cans. He has yet to attack the paper towel, but that's coming, he's taken a liking to getting up on the kitchen counters.

Cali wants me to believe she is starving to death, even if she's just had her supper. She sits in front of the treat box expecting me to shell out food. She will meow and put her paw out to me or roll around on the floor. Its quite the show.