I just came home (slept at Lala’s) and I’m home for a few minutes before I dash out to work, but it smells funny in here. Not funny cat-like, thank goodness, but funny like I need to clean the garbage disposal, or like the apples are too old on the counter.
I’ve had NO time to clean, NO time to blog or read blogs. This weekend promises to be short, also, since I’ve got plans for almost every minute of it. (The Whoreshoes playing in Oakland on Saturday! Come see!)
But the cats remain obnoxious, and isn’t that the most important thing? I’ve fed them, so my job is done here. They hate their new prescription food, so it sits on the floor until they’re almost dead with hunger. Then they eat and glare at me. They’ve both lost weight, and that wasn’t actually the plan. It makes them more obnoxious as night, though — they know I’m at my weakest and will get up and give them the equivalent of Pop-Tarts in the middle of the night, just to shut them up.
Bath full! Must run!
(I haven’t even had time to see the last twenty minutes of the Amazing Race, and that’s just a sad state of affairs. Okay, bath REALLY full.)
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