What I Hate about Easter

No matter how careful I am, no matter how much I try to hide the Easter baskets to keep them away from the kitties, the cats always manage to find some of that damn Easter grass, eat it, and puke it up in a spot where I am certain to step in it. Every dang year. You'd think I'd learn and just skip the Easter grass, but no, I'm thick and stubborn that way. And what is an Easter basket without cheap plastic grass?

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