I was wrong.
I had just a wee bit too much coffee, so I decided to knock out the housework prior to going up for yoga practice. I'd be less buzzy. Good thing, I thought, until the vacuum lost suction and I had to take it apart and clean all sorts of filters and hoses. That took a while, and as I was working on my surprise project the cats began getting into particularly hellish mini fights. Finally, they got into a *really* big one in the foyer, which culminated in Jupiter Jones chasing Foot Foot up the stairs - yowling and hissing the whole way. They made their way into the room that currently serves as my closet and yoga practice space. There. Things would calm down now, I thought.
I was wrong.
Have you ever had a hunch tinged with just a hint of nuh-uh? I had one of those. And I went up the stairs to discover that Foot Foot had peed all over a pair of my jeans and a t-shirt that were folded up in a chair. The jeans were particularly soaked. I chased her out of the room, shut the door and took the clothes to the bathroom, where they were plopped into a sink of Dr. Bronner's lavender soap cut with a little water. I let Jupiter run into the bedroom with Totsi the Dog and the still-sleeping Didgeridoo Boy. There. Things had settled down, I thought.
I was wrong.
Mom arrived. Didge got up. The power washers rang the doorbell right on time and set to work. Jupiter had the best time while the windows were being sprayed, and Didge, Mom, and I went to the living room to discuss our game plan for the day. I would tape the baseboards, Didge would paint up high, Mom would get the middle, and I would go pick up lunch. (I can paint. I swear I can, if they would only let me.) In the middle of the conversation, Foot Foot ambled into the room and meowed. She went over to one of her sitty corners, the one under the bar that contained a sitty cushion. And she proceeded to sit herself upon the sitty cushion, sniffing and turning in circles. There. She will sit, I thought.
I was wrong.
She peed a gallon and then some. She peed and she peed and she peed. The moment I saw she was sitting a little high with her tail lifted, I shouted to Didge that he needed to get her while my mom clapped her hands. And Foot Foot peed some more. Once she was drained, Didge picked her up and put her in the bedroom. Then we very, very gingerly got the former sitty cushion into a trash bag and disposed of it. Luckily, it had not soaked through to the carpet. Yet. Once that was accomplished, the power washers were finished and we set to work on the home theater. There. Foot Foot was finished, I thought.
Guess what?!?
While I went to get lunch, she got out through an eensy crack of opened window. Didge had to chase her around the back yard. After lunch, however, things finally did calm down, and we finished up the day's taping and painting before having what Didge dubbed another committee meeting about our plan for tomorrow. We cleaned up, Mom went home, and now we're actually having what might just be turning into a quiet, relaxing evening. I am going to have a beautifully challenging yoga practice, sit for a nice, long meditation, and it looks like things might very well be shaping up for me to power lounge before turning in.
Please, gods, let me be right.
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