Robert Burns knows exactly how I feel today. I am scheduled to have Friend Club with Diana tonight and meant to make a crock pot dish for us to eat. Only, caring for Woody takes up far more time and effort than allows for much self-care. Not only did I not do laundry (thank goodness for Andy and Strawberry Shortcake) but I also did not:
- Take out the trash
- Clean the mess in my kitchen
- Lint roller the couch (aka Tiggy's Sheddy Place)
- Pick up my pajamas off the floor in the bathroom
- Buy, make, or think about food.
Instead, I:
- Let Woody out of the resty den when I got home at 7:00
- Held up a dish of food so he could eat
- Fed him water from a syringe
- Cleaned up the resty den (which he had trashed) and changed his litter
- Let him lay on a pillow in my lap from 7:30 until detectives knocked on my door at 9:00
- Ate dinner with him laying on my lap at 9:15
- Put him back in the resty den for sleeps at 10:00
- Went to bed.
I sure hope Diana likes ordering in and sitting on a filthy floor.
Sigh. My wee-bit housie, too, in ruin! At least I am not alone; I have plenty of mouses for company.
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What's up with the detectives part of the story?
There was a burgle in my building last Friday, so two NYPD detectives came to find out if I had seen or witnessed anything. As I explained to them, I was at the vet with my cat, who I was holding in my arms as an alabi.
A likely story!
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