Seriously. And why is that? Because the one thing that is embedded at the forefront of my mind is the fact that Foster the Cat....breathing...
Foster the Cat is on a mission to pee in the shower. This is fully deliberate. She was on a mission to get in there this morning; I'd turn my back, and she'd go missing. Where would I find her? Bathroom. Shower. She peed in it yesterday. She was trying to pee in it again.
Actually, I do have something to say, with full apologies to Samuel L. Jackson. Enough is enough. I have had it with this mother fucking cat and this mother fucking pee. Everybody strap in. I'm about to open some fucking windows.
Really. I am. Have you ever smelled cat pee?
Here. Have some music. It's not related, but the thought just popped into my head, and proved a welcome distraction from what I am no longer thinking about. Damn it.
No comments:
Post a Comment