jaunthie | Maybe should have gone back to bed

This day has not gotten off to a good start.

It doesn't help that I stayed up way too late last night. I know better than that, I honestly do, but I got wrapped up in stuff and stopped paying attention to the time...and then it was nearly quarter to one. Oy. I knew even then that I'd be paying for that in the morning.

So morning rolled around way too early, as it is prone to do when you're an idiot and stay up way too late the night before. I hit the snooze button a couple of times, but managed to eventually haul myself out of bed. I did laundry last night, so I had nice clean clothes to get into. That was good. And two of the kitties were extra purrzy and affectionate as I was getting dressed and ready, which was sweet. And

fisherbear was also up and moving despite having gone to bed just as late as I did, so there was the possibility of coffee together before I had to catch the bus. Maybe this morning thing wasn't going to be so bad after all.

And then, just as I was searching for my shoes, B emerged from the area where we keep the litterbox, looking sheepish, and accompanied by the most amazing awful foul stench. He took off down the hallway in a way that just screamed "I did something really messy, I couldn't help it, ack!" Fisherbear and I just looked at each other and knew we had a problem.

Sure enough, something had clearly gone amiss with B's digestion, and the sloppy nature of said malfunction was adhered to a goodly portion of his backside. I managed to catch him without too much trouble, and before he could get, um, traces all over the house. Washing a squirming, reluctant, mostly-grown-but-still-very-flexible-and-super-energetic cat is a challenge under any circumstances, much less a) first thing in the morning b) after not enough sleep and c) when said cat is covered in stuff you really don't want getting on anything else, yourself included. Between us, fisherbear and I managed to get B cleaned up without any blood being drawn or even overmuch trauma as these things go, but I still needed to change out of my sodden, not-so-clean-anymore jeans by the time we were done.

I managed to make it to the bus stop in time to catch my bus anyway, but it was a very close-run thing. And really, this is not the way I wanted to start my day. Gah.

At least it's Friday. Let's hope things look up from here.