My roommate has a first name, it's K A Y L A

Yes, wash day has come at our house, with none of the trappings that might make it perversely quaint. To begin with, I did all the work. And there was no wash day lunch. A wet and unhappy judgment was made upon all fur demons and germ beasties. They were to be sent to the be cleaned away immediately. The cats and the rabbit all got a washing and claw trim. The rabbit was then put away in quarantine to stop his reign of ground-beef eating terror and treat his resulting urinary infection. Seriously, Kate's demon rabbit is not a good match for our house - he could not be kept away from the cat's wet food or kibble, so we switched them to ground beef. He ignored it for two days before deciding to eat it at the exclusion of the cats getting any. We tried putting the bowl on the table so he could not get up there, but the cats are so stupid about eating that they knock it off the edge with the way they eat (even though it has rubber edges so it won't scoot). The rabbit then eats what falls on the floor. Plus, he has started jumping up on the coffee table and destroying things there. Roald Dahl. Bills. My homework. We moved the chairs away from it thinking he wouldn't just jump up without a step up, but we were wrong. He will be on the dining room table next, which is why he is probably going home with Kate on Sunday. We are just going to insulate his hutch really well and he can use his furry little shower-clogging hide to keep warm. SIGH.