So, we’re having this miserable hot weather and I’m trying to use as little energy as possible. Mine, not the G & E company’s.
In the morning, I get up first. Open up the house. Fire up the computers. Turn on the fans. Get dressed. And when Brian rolls out of bed and is getting dressed for the morning walk, I make the bed.
He hangs his walking clothes up in his bathroom and his shoes are under the bed. He gets dressed in the bathroom, comes out and sits on the chair in the bedroom to put on his tennies. This morning, Potter was insistent on being held. Brian obliged, then set him down on the made bed. I hear Brian yelling.
I go into the bedroom to see what’s up. My side of the bed is unmade. Brian looks at me, says “Potter peed on the bed and it’s all the way through to the mattress pad”. Gah.
I’m doing laundry right now. I didn’t want to do laundry today, at least, not the bed clothes. Later, Potter was up on the desk, peeing on the towel Brian has covering his paperwork files.
Maybe Potter has a problem. Maybe I should start him on amoxi.
Cats. Gotta love ‘em.
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