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The Fun Never Ends January 7, 2005

After yesterday’s knee incident I thought I had experienced enough excitement for the time being. Guess not. Things got even more interesting.

Warning to Blog-oholics: Do not leave cinnamon toast in a new and unfamiliar toaster oven, even for a minute or two, while making a trip into the next room to refresh Bloglines so that you can check out the latest blog posts. This could happen:

Oh, yes. We live in an apartment, so the kitchen opens onto the living room, but nonetheless I couldn’t see the toaster oven from where the laptop is set up in the living room. I trotted on over back to the kitchen only to discover smoke pouring out of the toaster oven. The next few minutes consisted of a mad dash of turning off the toaster oven, removing burnt toast from said oven, opening the windows to let smoke out while letting cold air in, and standing on a chair in order to wave the nearest object (my husband’s jacket) at the smoke detector in an attempt to stop the loud shrieking noise it insisted on emitting. Oh, my. Crazy times.

This morning I woke up to a very sore knee. I expected as much, but it still wasn’t fun. I got up and saw my husband off to work, fed the kitties, and got back in bed. I had barely had time to close my eyes when I started to smell a very foul odor (and no, it wasn’t the leftover burnt smell still circulating the apartment). I sat up and noticed that my old lady kitty (she’s 16) had apparently made a trip to the litter box without completing the job. The stink was coming from my poor cat’s butt. Obviously having crap stuck to your butt would drive anyone crazy, so my cat was running around the bed like a mad woman. I tried valiantly to attend to the situation with a handful of kleenex, but she would have none of it. She much preferred to drag her ass all over the sheets, comforter, and down blanket I leave at the foot of the bed for the cats. There was cat crap everywhere, and it was not a pretty site.

I finally caught her in the living room, but by that point she had done a pretty good job of ridding herself of the problem. So, back to the bedroom I went to try to take care of the bedding situation. I cleaned up everything as well as I could, totally stripped the bed, and made a beeline for the laundry room. It’s pretty funny now, but I assure you, it was not funny at the time.

So, I’m all ready for boring. This is just too much.

• Posted in : my furry children, various other ramblings
• Author : amanda

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