Aw, you guys are great. Pumping up my ego when I get a little whiny. I printed out your comments to read when I feel a little down. I title them "Chicken Soup for the Whiny Blogger's Soul."
Speaking of soup, the split pea soup turned out good and my house smells pretty fantastic still.
Then, at the end of a very long day, I got ready for bed and noticed a brown lump by my pillow. I half-smiled when I saw another brown lump by Mr. D's pillow. Those funny kids--putting out some Easter chocolates on our pillows to make it seem like a fancy hotel! I leaned in to reach for mine and stopped short with a sharp gasp. No! I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a fistful of toilet paper. Damn that cat!
Friday at the vet we learned that her wounded tail has affected her colon muscles so she's having "issues." It's not behavioral, it's not her fault, but ...
POOP ON MY BED?!?
Two big turds, one by each of our pillows?
The comforter came off and since it's king-sized, I get to take it to the laundromat tomorrow. I changed the pillow cases. I rationalized that the cat had been shut up in our room since she was hiding from Team Testosterone and their afternoon play date buddy. I grit my teeth and got comfortable for the night, resolving to treat the creature with kindness when I next saw her.
Two minutes later she jumped up on top of me with a friendly "Meow!"
You bet she spent the night in the basement.