I have a huge backlog of kittenheads paraphernalia to get through. But first, a recounting of my morning so far:
- Wake up with Erik the Red AND Learned Claw sleeping on me.
- Dress in skirt, nice top, and rainboots--I'm going to the Philharmonic tonight with Former Roommate!
- Eat sausages for breakfast.
- Putter around apartment.
- Notice out of corner of eye Learned Claw scratching rather ferociously around the litter box.
- Pungent smell of poo juice.
- Realize the reason for the obsessive scratching. Simultaneously resign self to changing into ratty tshirt to wash the hind end and all paws of said poo-juice covered cat.
As I write, we are still forgiving each other for the wetness and the hissing:
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