last night zoë slept through the night. and so did i.
why did i, you ask? cuz last night fh took the psycho cat to live with him. which means that i wasn’t woken up by ninja attacks throughout the evening and early morning hours. i didn’t have to sleep with a spray bottle beside my head for quick retrieval. i didn’t have to worry about some appendage of mine hanging off the side of the bed and offending so mightily as to instigate ninja attack. i didn’t even have to sleep cocooned in the duvet for fear of burrowing ankle seeking missions.
BLISS, i tells ya.
today, i’m happy for this and many more reasons, including:
- not having to clean a litterbox anymore
- not having to stop zoë from going in a litterbox anymore
- not needing to sweep again two minutes after just finishing because the cat had retracked crap everywhere
- the thought that my life won’t be covered in fur anymore
- i can wear brushed cotton again!
- no one will be scratching my bed now, except for me
- the residual pet smell, even when there is a pristine litterbox in attendance, will NO LONGER be part of my apartment.
