Sigh

There's a winter storm forecast and, as I knew the cats' litter boxes needed changing, I decided I'd better do it tonight, as the pavement's dry, so it's a lot safer now to be hauling in new litter and taking the old stuff to the dumpster. That was not a whole lot of fun, what with the lifting and toting (since I cracked a rib last week). I shook out the mat the litter boxes rest on and vacuumed up (more fun).

But the added bonus was that Gracie had a short bout of loose stools and got crap on her haunches. So not only did I have to plop her hostile and uncooperative ass in the shower to wash her butt, I had to wash a load of the towels I put on my bed and the furniture just for such eventualities. And I was never so glad I did that as I was tonight.

Then one of the cats (probably her) yocked up a food-puke while I was at work and did it under the dining room table. I figure that I worked a solid hour after I got home on cat-related chores.

Yes, I still love them.