Sully in the "Timeout Box" after running around like a maniac, knocking things over. After about 3 minutes in the box, which is actually a laundry basket, I let him out.. only to find him a minute later standing on our cocktail table (something he knows he's not supposed to do) and generally getting into a lot of trouble. I'm pretty sure there's no effective way to train this little guy back into good behavior at this point. Sigh...
Tonight, my cat is a bastard.
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