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Three cats is two too many
Dec. 7th, 2009 11:23 amI'm currently reminding myself that I love my cats.
I really do.
I in no way have contemplated murdering either Lola or Pye and burying their bodies in the backyard. Nope, not at all.
Really.
Despite the fact that Pye managed to climb up to the top of my shelving unit in the kitchen and knock down the catnip plant that had been sitting up there minding its own business since Saturday. He did this about 10:30 last night after I was in bed, of course. Dirt everywhere.
It took me a good 10 minutes after I heard the huge crash to figure out where it had come from and then what precisely it was. Pye, of course, was in the guest room by the time I got up doing his, "Wow that was a loud noise, huh Mom? Wonder what could've caused it."
Then somewhere in the wee hours of the morning Lola had a little litterbox incident and got poop and poopy footprints all over the master bathroom. This I discovered after getting no sleep due to serious digestive issues all night. Fortunately I didn't step in it, but I did spend some time on my hands and knees with anti-bacterial wipes then making sure her litterbox was all cleaned out just in case that was the cause.
Between that, the not feeling well/no sleep thing and the fact that it was pouring when I got up I decided to give myself the day off. I'll deal with the work repercussions tomorrow, for today I just want to get my house clean and make it through the day without committing feline homicide.
I really do.
I in no way have contemplated murdering either Lola or Pye and burying their bodies in the backyard. Nope, not at all.
Really.
Despite the fact that Pye managed to climb up to the top of my shelving unit in the kitchen and knock down the catnip plant that had been sitting up there minding its own business since Saturday. He did this about 10:30 last night after I was in bed, of course. Dirt everywhere.
It took me a good 10 minutes after I heard the huge crash to figure out where it had come from and then what precisely it was. Pye, of course, was in the guest room by the time I got up doing his, "Wow that was a loud noise, huh Mom? Wonder what could've caused it."
Then somewhere in the wee hours of the morning Lola had a little litterbox incident and got poop and poopy footprints all over the master bathroom. This I discovered after getting no sleep due to serious digestive issues all night. Fortunately I didn't step in it, but I did spend some time on my hands and knees with anti-bacterial wipes then making sure her litterbox was all cleaned out just in case that was the cause.
Between that, the not feeling well/no sleep thing and the fact that it was pouring when I got up I decided to give myself the day off. I'll deal with the work repercussions tomorrow, for today I just want to get my house clean and make it through the day without committing feline homicide.
