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lhskarkaWherein I commit a breach of feline servant etiquette, and suffer the consequences.
Last night, I got home from work with a short "To Do" list of housework rattling around in my skull that looked like this: Load dishwasher; Change bed linens; Wash sheets; Change cat litter.
After a bit, the list looked like this:Load dishwasher; Change bed linens; Wash sheets; Change cat litter.
At that point, via teh intarwebz, the husband saw that there was a Sporting KC match on, and we went off to our local bar/pub/watering hole to watch it. One game, some socializing and a couple of drinks later, we came home, watched the latest True Blood episode with Teenager 2: Electric Boogaloo, and went to bed.
Except: Guess who disapproved of my failure to finish my list? That would be the little cat who decided to pee smack in the middle of our freshly-made bed while we were out. And our other nice sheets were still in the wash.
Half-an-hour later, bed stripped, new laundry started, CATS LITTER FUCKING CHANGED, bed made with mis-matched sheets (alas!), we finally got to sleep.
This morning, the saga continued. As I was leaving the house, I had to deal with the efforts of an industrious spider that had spun a web across our door during the night. I did not walk through the web (thankfully, massive freak-out avoided), but as I was clearing the doorway with a stick, I stepped on the now rain-soaked bag of old cat litter on the back step, which broke and spilled all over the place. So I got to clean it up AGAIN and haul it out to the trash can. *sigh*
To finish off my morning, when I parked for work (now rather late), I realized that 1) It was raining, and 2) I had left my umbrella in my office the night before.
For the rest of the day, I shall be concentrating on "What Can Possibly Go Right?!", as the answer to the opposite question does not bear thinking about.
Kat-ma: 1, Me: 0
Last night, I got home from work with a short "To Do" list of housework rattling around in my skull that looked like this: Load dishwasher; Change bed linens; Wash sheets; Change cat litter.
After a bit, the list looked like this:
At that point, via teh intarwebz, the husband saw that there was a Sporting KC match on, and we went off to our local bar/pub/watering hole to watch it. One game, some socializing and a couple of drinks later, we came home, watched the latest True Blood episode with Teenager 2: Electric Boogaloo, and went to bed.
Except: Guess who disapproved of my failure to finish my list? That would be the little cat who decided to pee smack in the middle of our freshly-made bed while we were out. And our other nice sheets were still in the wash.
Half-an-hour later, bed stripped, new laundry started, CATS LITTER FUCKING CHANGED, bed made with mis-matched sheets (alas!), we finally got to sleep.
This morning, the saga continued. As I was leaving the house, I had to deal with the efforts of an industrious spider that had spun a web across our door during the night. I did not walk through the web (thankfully, massive freak-out avoided), but as I was clearing the doorway with a stick, I stepped on the now rain-soaked bag of old cat litter on the back step, which broke and spilled all over the place. So I got to clean it up AGAIN and haul it out to the trash can. *sigh*
To finish off my morning, when I parked for work (now rather late), I realized that 1) It was raining, and 2) I had left my umbrella in my office the night before.
For the rest of the day, I shall be concentrating on "What Can Possibly Go Right?!", as the answer to the opposite question does not bear thinking about.
Kat-ma: 1, Me: 0
