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Yes, it's nearly 1am. I'm not in bed. Why not?
Well....
I like to take a nice relaxing shower before bed. So I did. Kept the water on the cool side, because it's beastly hot and humid here (especially since the @!&$! vent hose came off the back of my air conditioner so it spewed hot air into my house all day long at work and it was nearly 100 degrees in here when I got home.) Anyway, I got all clean and relaxed and got out of the shower and wrapped my towel around myself.
Apparently my cats have been sleeping on my towels. Because in an instant, I was covered in so much cat hair that it was like being suffocated. I mean, you can't begin to imagine how much cat hair it was. I looked like sasquatch. So I threw the offending towel in the laundry and turned back on the shower and the hot water wouldn't work AT ALL until I cranked it all the way to the very top and then the cold water wouldn't work AT ALL. Took me ten minutes of fucking with it to get it to a tolerable temp (and I still have no idea what the hell was going on) then I climbed back into the shower and spent twenty minutes peeling cat hair off my skin. So much came off me it actually stopped up the drain. Twice.
Clean again, but towel-less, I stepped out of the shower and stood there letting myself drip dry as much as possible before stepping out of my bathroom. Whereupon I find the culprit kitty (black hair, black cat) in the very act of vomiting on my bed.
I threw the cat off the bed, grabbed the papertowels, cleaned up the mess, stripped the blanket off and walked out of my room to throw it in the laundry basket with the horrible towel whereupon same kitty immediately runs underfoot. I nearly fell down the stairs, managed to just catch myself, but in so doing I stepped on kitty's tail. Kitty went wildcat-nuts and tore several large chunks out of my foot, and I'm now bleeding AND dripping all over the place.
Why do I have pets again?
Well....
I like to take a nice relaxing shower before bed. So I did. Kept the water on the cool side, because it's beastly hot and humid here (especially since the @!&$! vent hose came off the back of my air conditioner so it spewed hot air into my house all day long at work and it was nearly 100 degrees in here when I got home.) Anyway, I got all clean and relaxed and got out of the shower and wrapped my towel around myself.
Apparently my cats have been sleeping on my towels. Because in an instant, I was covered in so much cat hair that it was like being suffocated. I mean, you can't begin to imagine how much cat hair it was. I looked like sasquatch. So I threw the offending towel in the laundry and turned back on the shower and the hot water wouldn't work AT ALL until I cranked it all the way to the very top and then the cold water wouldn't work AT ALL. Took me ten minutes of fucking with it to get it to a tolerable temp (and I still have no idea what the hell was going on) then I climbed back into the shower and spent twenty minutes peeling cat hair off my skin. So much came off me it actually stopped up the drain. Twice.
Clean again, but towel-less, I stepped out of the shower and stood there letting myself drip dry as much as possible before stepping out of my bathroom. Whereupon I find the culprit kitty (black hair, black cat) in the very act of vomiting on my bed.
I threw the cat off the bed, grabbed the papertowels, cleaned up the mess, stripped the blanket off and walked out of my room to throw it in the laundry basket with the horrible towel whereupon same kitty immediately runs underfoot. I nearly fell down the stairs, managed to just catch myself, but in so doing I stepped on kitty's tail. Kitty went wildcat-nuts and tore several large chunks out of my foot, and I'm now bleeding AND dripping all over the place.
Why do I have pets again?
