Adventures in Taylorland

So on Tuesday I worked from home. Which consists of working as much as I can between getting up to make breakfast, lunch, and helping with other various tasks to keep the girls entertained. Bailie was watching a TV show that Taylor didn't want to watch so she went upstairs to play barbies. After a short while of NO noise coming from her room, I went to check on her. She's not in her room.

"Taylor? Where are you?" I call. She replies from behind the closed bathroom door "Hey, mom? We, uh, haven't given Jackson (the cat) a bath in a long time..." "Taylor. What are you doing?!" I ask. "Well, uh, Mom, I just thought, uh, Jackson's just so dirty!" Not wanting to see what was going on but knowing I couldn't just leave it alone, I open the door.

There I find the cat, looking like, well, a drowned rat. There's Taylor with a bottle of shampoo (her sister's strawberry scented shampoo, mind you) and a handful of wet toilet paper.

At least the cat smells good now.