There is a War going on in my house. This war is going on between the Dust Bunnies that live under the furniture and the discarded ponytail holders that no one uses (but we can’t seem to find the heart to throw away).
At about 2 a.m. every night, our cat, Heather, manages to find at least two of the aforementioned ponytail holders and “free” them from wherever they have been held captive all these many long months. She then brings them downstairs and deposits them outside my bedroom door, howling all the while, to let the filthy sneeze-inducing jerky Dust Bunnies know that she approaches, and to be ready. Or to beware. I’m still not sure if she is taking sides or running her own game. I think she is a double agent. Time will tell.
Then, sometime much later, I am never able to discern exactly when–the Evil Dust Bunny Army crawls out from under the couch, and completely covers the poor ponytail holders, smothering them until they are dead, dead, dead! (ahem. Sorry.)
I think my point is that the Dust Bunnies are in cahoots with the cat to try and make me look like a bad housekeeper, and they must be stopped. At all costs.
And also, I like to say “cahoots”.