I've come to terms with it.
But seriously. If you have any doubt whatsoever, it's not cat pee.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I've come to terms with it.
But seriously. If you have any doubt whatsoever, it's not cat pee.
Well, that's good to know. Not that I'm thrilled to have my pillow soggy from cat drool or snot (they do both have colds), but it beats the alternative.
Connie, Amon wasn't the only one. Percy the Emo Cat has a carnal relationship with a pink snuggly blanket. And he's fixed. I just wash it and give it back, and try not to think about it.
This is why I have girl pets.
Burrell was a drooler. Folly now, she pees. I'll take drool on my bed over pee any day.
Isaac still to this day will sometimes suck on his shirt or his pillow until it is foul and wet. Cracks me up. Kids are gross.
Girl pets can be almost as bad. When Burrell was closer to a kitten in age and behavior she'd confiscate Cody's jacket and go nuts with it, kneading it and purring. And drooling all over it. Of course the man himself? She'd barely let him touch her.
We had an Argentinian Red-Footed tortoise when I was a kid. It had a thing for one of my suitcases. We called it Lust.
... sometimes I realize I had kind of a weird childhood. Mostly because of my middle brother, who collected all sorts of wacky animals. (Snakes, lizards, orphaned birds, broken-winged hawks, orphaned fox cubs...)
Oh we've all wanted to say that at some point. Right? Right?
Within the past 24 hours is "some point," right?
So, I woke up at 3 and couldn't fall back to sleep. When I opened the fridge to get cream for my coffee the fridge door broke off in my hand. My cat is barking in his sleep, so I may need to find a pagan friendly exorcist (not coughing--he's making honest to Bast "woof" noises). I can't wait to see what other gifts the day will bring.
Calli, that is odd. Both the fridge and the sleep barking.
Sometimes I can't decide if I'm regular anxious or overly anxious and this morning is a perfect example. The kids have their Christmas program at school this morning and I'm sitting here worried about whether I will get a seat or not. I've always gotten a seat in previous years; I have no idea why this stresses me out so much.
So, I saw the Slutcracker last night, which was way more ballet and less burlesque than I was expecting! Many people were en pointe. Several people were twerking and/or shaking their nipple tassels while en pointe!
Good times. Friday!