Happy Firday!
It’s a N.O.S. 66 today, going up to 71.
We should be outside doing things but we aren’t.
I had a horrible nights sleep
I got awakened around 4 am by *:slap: pause :slap: pause :slap: pause *. The dog’s ear was bothering him and with every swipe at his ear his paw was slapping the floor.
Now the that brain is awake, the bladder is complaining - loudly, and I’m hungry too.
Then I hear the CRASH - THUD, from the kitchen, the sound that means the cat has caught a mouse. He comes charging into the living room, mouse in his mouth, and deposits it (still alive) between me and the bathroom.
Now I’m stuck where I am because if I get up and try to walk through he will likely lose the mouse, who will crawl off and die somewhere, thus stinking up the house. So I have to wait until he finishes playing with the mouse
at which point I will leave out the gory details and sound effects
he decided to make the dead mouse an early morning snack.
I still have to pee, but I’m not so hungry anymore.
By now Sah-so is up and asking me what I’m doing and I tell him I’m afraid to move and disturb the cat and I don’t know which is worse…
having the mouse get loose
finding a dead mouse
or finding a partially eaten dead mouse
at which he snorted and said I guess you are in a LOSE-LOSE-LOSE situation
And the whole time the cat is chowing down he is looking at me and meowing.
I wasn’t sure if it was an invitation to join in or a warning to leave him alone.
Thankfully it was dark enough for me not to see what he was doing.
Finally he is done and comes over for his good kitty scritches, he opens his mouth to talk to me and OMG! dead mousie breath.
Then I get to go potty, Sah-son put medicine in the dog’s ear and he settles down. Cat thought it was a great time to chase his jingle balls up and down the hall.
When everybody settles down, now I can’t sleep because it’s too quiet.
If I don’t hear the dog snoring, I think he isn’t breathing and I have to check to make sure he hasn’t died in his sleep.
I tired taking a nap after irk, but then my mother called.
She wants us to come for Thanksgiving but the HFH are going to be there so we aren’t going. We’ll probably go down either Firday or Saturday for leftovers.
So I’m a mess this morning, I feel like hell and my brain is mushy.