Potty Training
Today we moved the cat litter box from one balcony to the other. We have to idiotcatproof every balcony before allowing the furries to go on it, because they’re not actually in the running for a MENSA membership (well, the Chubby and Fluffy one aren’t, LilHo could actually outsmart a Nobel prize winner). So now I’m on alert and jumping at every sound that comes from the balcony. I never even worried about the possibility of a cat falling off the 2nd floor when Puccio was alive, but I either turned into an overprotective mother, or the fact the one cat already fell out the window was the wake up call I needed (or not, do I really need to worry about it?). The problem with things like that is that you can’t worry about it later, because later there is a cat splattered on the pavement.
Speaking of anxiety and my multi-faceted talent at coming up with things… I didn’t get the 2 month gig job and I still haven’t heard back from that one job I obsess about. I finished a hat and started on a scarf, though. Tomorrow I get to clean up and make room for my new dryer.
Ben is mad at me today and that sends me into a sort of shock. The guilt of making Mr. Cool mad is too much! Now I will adopt my distraction tactic and try to make him forget what an idiot I am. Maybe he’ll fence up my bathroom too, so I don’t clumsily fall in the toilet or something.
For today, though, idiots win.
