Disaster!
Last night, unbeknownst to me, Rex got into the guest bedroom while I was working in there, and got closed in overnight (I keep the door closed so Catherine doesn't go in - there's breakable stuff in there).
There's no litter box in the guest room, obviously.
So Rex chose the next logical place to pee: the bed. Thank goodness I bought flowers to put in the room, or I never would have gone in there tonight.
I thought to myself, "There's a narrowly averted disaster!" and put the comforter in the washer. I changed the sheets, thinking myself wise for having had the foresight to buy two sets.
The washer ripped the comforter to shreds.
So, at 10:30 at night (thank you, holiday hours!), I was at Target, buying a new blanket (the one I had there was kind of embarrassing, anyway - I was glad for an excuse to buy a new one). They didn't have any comforters that I liked well enough to buy, so tomorrow's lunch will be spent at Anna's Linens, buying a comforter that I really don't want to have to buy.
Stupid kitty.
There's no litter box in the guest room, obviously.
So Rex chose the next logical place to pee: the bed. Thank goodness I bought flowers to put in the room, or I never would have gone in there tonight.
I thought to myself, "There's a narrowly averted disaster!" and put the comforter in the washer. I changed the sheets, thinking myself wise for having had the foresight to buy two sets.
The washer ripped the comforter to shreds.
So, at 10:30 at night (thank you, holiday hours!), I was at Target, buying a new blanket (the one I had there was kind of embarrassing, anyway - I was glad for an excuse to buy a new one). They didn't have any comforters that I liked well enough to buy, so tomorrow's lunch will be spent at Anna's Linens, buying a comforter that I really don't want to have to buy.
Stupid kitty.