My day began in the hour before dawn, when a cat barfed up a hairball on the bed. I shoved the cat off the bed and tried to go back to sleep, but a stinky, cat-temperature hairball does not a pleasant bedfellow make, so I went ahead and got up. Oh, the glamour! I don't know if I can stand it.
Being covered with cat hair, albeit not in ball form, the bedspread did need a wash. And this gave me an opportunity to congratulate myself for not putting the embroidered quilt, made by my grandmother and recently passed to me, on the bed. It's all for the good, I say.
Even better, I got started on my work for the day an hour early and finished an hour early. Funny how that works. And then I went to the Y for a swim.
So I should thank the cat, right?
151 words | October 18, 2005 08:47 PM | Felis Major