splat
I went to bed at 10pm last night. This is at least 2 hours early for me. I think I wanted to go to bed at 7pm or so. I woke up at 3am and felt rather chipper and considered for a moment getting up and doing stuff. But I thought better of it and instead cuddled up with my wiener dogs and slept for another 6 hours.
I felt anything but chipper at 9am when the dogs woke me by jumping off the bed while barking their heads off. They must have heard something outside.
I took a few moments to put on some pants and a sweatshirt. I walked downstairs and saw that that was a few moments too long. Otto had peed on his dog bed, of all things. I cleaned it up, then took Kasi out, then fed the dogs. As I was calling my mom to check on her ETA (1pm I found out), I noticed the cat getting ready to puke. I grabbed him and made a dash for the door but I was a few moments too late. *splat* cat puke on the kitchen floor.
I tossed him outside anyway, and cleaned up the cat puke.
I wonder how my morning would have gone differently if I'd actually gotten up at 3am instead of 9am.
I felt anything but chipper at 9am when the dogs woke me by jumping off the bed while barking their heads off. They must have heard something outside.
I took a few moments to put on some pants and a sweatshirt. I walked downstairs and saw that that was a few moments too long. Otto had peed on his dog bed, of all things. I cleaned it up, then took Kasi out, then fed the dogs. As I was calling my mom to check on her ETA (1pm I found out), I noticed the cat getting ready to puke. I grabbed him and made a dash for the door but I was a few moments too late. *splat* cat puke on the kitchen floor.
I tossed him outside anyway, and cleaned up the cat puke.
I wonder how my morning would have gone differently if I'd actually gotten up at 3am instead of 9am.