It is a fucking house of horrors up in this piece. I swear. Three things:
- My feet are bloody from at least two glass splinters I got this morning walking around the kitchen.
- About 15 minutes after feeding the cats, I noticed the kitten nosing around outside Mimi's designated litter box. I thought maybe he'd trapped a mouse or a bug or something, or that he'd gotten real excited about the smell of her piss, which he is wont to do. No. She'd fucking puked right outside her litter box, like an invalid or old person, and he was fucking eating it. And not just tasting it, he was eating all of it, licking it into the cracks in the hardwood. And there were little crystals of litter in it, and, you know, just... ugh. By the time I got a wad of paper towels to clean it up, he'd basically eaten all of it.
...and this one takes the cake:
- I thought the coffee I'd brewed yesterday tasted a bit funny, but I'm not really a pro with the coffee-maker, and I buy the cheap shit anyway, so I'd just kind of chalked it up to, you know, the hand of an angry God. Well, when I was dumping the filter and grounds out last night I chanced to look into the little filter-holder part of the machine, and what did I see? Glommed into the bottom were a few choice pieces of kibble that'd likely fallen in the day before during the affair of the champagne glass. I'd just put the filter and coffee in on top of them without looking and then brewed a 10-cup pot of Purina. Jesus.
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