Howard was driving my son crazy in his room, so we decided to let him out. Howard hasn't stopped running since. I sighed happily as the clock struck 3 pm and I pulled the quilt up to my chest. I could hear Howard galloping in another room...."aaah...the pitter patter of little feet..
Howard came sliding into the living room where I was. I could hear the side of the couch shredding as he climbed up....then he climbed down...more galloping...somebody on the otherside of the room started hissing...more ripping - different chair this time...gallop...sliiiide....gallop.. I grumbled a bit but tried to nap anyway. I need that 30 minutes.
Then I heard a different sound...
...it was the sound of running water...a soft sound....a tinkle, perhaps?
I bolted upright. The cats that had been snoozing with me went flying onto the floor. The *tinkle* sound was still going and I could see Howard on my favourite rug squatting. It was all in slow motion after that:
I grabbed Howard and started running with outstretched arms. But Howard never stopped peeing! I'll never fully understand what happened next. Maybe it was just the panic of running with a peeing kitten? I ran to the bottom of my stairs and looked up (pee...pee...pee) Carpet on the steps...I'll never make it to the upstairs litterbox. I run to the basement steps. Drat! More carpet!
At this point, I'm thinking that this must be THE LONGEST pee on record! This kitten is STILL peeing and there's a line of pee accumulating throughout the house where I had been running.
My final moment of sanity came when I held the little guy over the kitchen sink! Of course, by this time, there was only a small tinkle. I gave him a little shake to shake off any drips. *sigh*
Needless to say, I spent my 30 minute siesta cleaning up pee. Lots and lots of pee. Yay.
The best part of my day was hearing about the latest rescue! I wasn't really part of this rescue, although I made my recommendations. We were able to take EIGHT cats today! One of them was a special favourite of mine named "Lyla":
Lyla and her sister (the black cat next to her) were surrendered to the shelter some time ago. Their owner had passed away. Lyla's sister was euthanized at the shelter, but Lyla has survived. She's been living in a dog holding area and she's SO sweet. I'm so grateful that Lyla has another chance. She certainly deserved it after losing everything.
Things seem very full at the rescue right now. I keep going through the foster home list with hope there's somebody that I've missed that needs a foster cat. I'm hopeful that the big adoption weekend will free up some space.
I didn't get my nap, but it's hard to be grumpy when eight little souls made it out today. I'm going to push "publish" on this blog post and go kiss Howard. I love him already...