Morning! The Great Big Easter Move Extravaganza is now upon us — we close on the house Monday — and I’m only able to sneak in here to write some cause I woke up at the butt-crack of dawn to check on the storms. No Great Big Easter Move Extravaganza is complete without a major tornado threat, don’t ya think?
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I don’t think the cats are happy that we’ve been ignoring them, what with the Great Big Eas . . . ahh, you know what I mean. Last night I was getting ready to crawl into bed beside a sleeping Steven when I notice something squishy-looking by the dresser.
“Ewwww, kitty puke,” I wailed, waking Steven up.
Five minutes later I am able to fall into the bed — after cleaning up the kitty puke, of course. Immediately Renton, fresh out of the litter box, comes bounding up to get on my pillow. What? Oh, excuse me, HIS pillow.
“You better not smell like kitty litter,” I mumble to him as he runs up to my head. He’s not there for long, though. He sorta falls on my head, then gets up and heads down to my feet where he starts to clean his butt.
I was a little curious about that because neither of our kitties are known to keep a clean ass. They are the perpetual hoarders of butt nuggets.
Before I had a chance to see what was going on, Renton then did the butt-scoot maneuver, a-la ‘Shay, and started wiping his ass across our VERY LOVELY comforter, with is feet in the air!
I think I managed to get out an, “AHHHHHHHHH! NO!!!” while getting up and pushing Renton off the bed at the same time, once again waking Steven up.
Renton runs out while I quickly ponder a small, dark ball-looking thing on the floor. Oh, no.
“RENTON!!!”
I was able to finally get to bed about five minutes later after scooping up Renton’s stowaway turds and their skidmarks. However, I think my pillow is a loss; I’m going to petition for a new one.