Pickles & Dimes

If you are not looking for posts about cats, poop or cat poop, you may divert your eyes from this post and read more about Shauna’s “Goofy Google searches.” If you are looking for a post about the above subjects, have I got something to tell you…

This morning, like every other morning this week I crawled out of bed at 5:00 a.m. to get to work by 6:00 a.m. It’s been crazy lately, and it will be nice to cut back on the 11 1/2 to 12-hour days. Wait; I’m getting off track.

Like every morning I headed downstairs to check the litterboxes and empty any “deposits” that may have appeared overnight. By the dim lighting, I had no idea what was in store for me. Not only did it smell less than fresh down there, it was downright ripe. One of the cats must have spooked the other and gave chase, because the deposits were not only in the litterbox, but next to it, throughout the living room and upstairs on the hardwood floor. Racing stripes were left on the carpet throughout the basement living room, telling the tale of said chase.

Luckily, at 5:05 a.m. Shauna was a great sport about it, much better than when I wake her before 10:00 a.m. on the weekends. She came right downstairs and handled most of the cleaning duties. Hopefully she was able to get a little more sleep once she got back upstairs, before her alarm went off. I, on the other hand, trekked in to work with the smell still lingering in my nostrils, sporting the tell-tale sign of not having a normal morning to prepare for work: a two-day shadow.