A post was just saved in draft mode. I’m too tired to edit it, and it REALLY needs to be edited … because I was tired and under duress when I wrote it. I do want to share the first two paragraphs with you now. A teaser, if you will, containing a brief introduction to this night’s activities.

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No one, and I do mean no one … not even the most evil, vile demon from the pits of hell … should ever be confronted with a poo-covered cat at 2:20 in the morning while preparing to go to bed. No … one.

Of course, this isn’t a story about no one. This is a story about me … the person who either willingly chooses to do those things no one should do or has them thrust upon her at some unlikely hour of a Wednesday morning. I assure you, I did not self-select to be confronted by a poo-covered cat at 2:20 in the morning. No, the universe decided I needed to be faced with this particular life experience in order to … what? Test me on the depths of my compassion, tolerance, love, sense of duty, loyalty? Or did the universe just want to see how long it would take me to barf?

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And just for the official universal record books … the answer is less than five minutes. I’ll let you guess which of the two previous questions that answers.

I’m going to bed now. Between the crazy white-haired woman, the hell hounds and the poo-covered cat … I have had myself quite the day. If I somehow manage to hear the alarm go off at 6 am, I will, of course, get up and make Lin’s coffee. If not, the man is on his own, and I will be sleeping until some crisis of massive proportions forces me to get out of bed and get dressed. I am talking an earthquake-sized crisis. No namby-pamby mid-level crisis will be able to move me. For all I will care, the dogs, feral cats, and neighbors can all go to war in the morning and kill each other noisily for the entire day, and I will not twitch an eyelash. I am going to bed, and I’m going to stay there until I damn well feel like getting up.

Or until the cat gets covered in poo again … whichever comes first.

More on this delightful night soon.