Standing, looking as angelic as possible, one lifted his leg next to a plant. Ray dove for the t**t droppling. “Oh, no you don’t.” The little one barked, laughing puppy style, and zoomed away. Ray chased the pee-er around the coffee table. He reached down to scoop it up and slammed his jaw on the dark wooden top. Unfortunately, his tongue happened to be between his front teeth at that time.
He fell into a chair in front of the window and howled with pain, a coppery taste coating his mouth. A big ripping sound came behind him and he looked over his shoulder to see front paws with claws out sliding down the curtain panel. That side of the metal curtain rod snapped and hurtled toward his face. s**t.
His eyes rotated toward the other side of the room, where Diaper Butt had batted off the lid
