I rarely post anything on Sundays, but received the following mail from a foster Mom this morning that pretty much summed up my life with my cats. Thank goodness it's not just me!! I thought you'd be able to relate to it too:
Only people with cats can truly appreciate how waking up to ‘issues’ just seems normal.
3:30am wake up to kittens wrestling (screaming) – get up put outside bedroom and close door
5:00am wake up to birds chirping – get up close window and blind
7:45am wake up walk into hallway – see what looks like cat puke in hallway and kitty tunnel – ugh.
7:50 – fed 9 frenzy cats – 3 on Chef’s dinner (Timbit eats a whole can himself), 1 on high fibre, who wants everything but, 5 on shredded salmon (nope Bear won’t eat this AM) *Amazingly both Crash and Grease Monkey have come downstairs to join everyone else – good sign??
8:10 – Lanee pukes big time on my new sleeper sofa – run to remove covering and put in laundry.
8:20 - clean up all dishes and wash and sweep floor.
8:30 – clean all litter boxes – yep someone has diarrhea –
8:40 – go clean up tunnel and hallway puke – NOOOO it is diarrhea not puke – gag!!! Now whooooo is it – Crash? BoPeep?
8:45 – put tunnel outside to scrub – grab a cup of coffee
8:50 – Sit down think about my life and bawl….
9:00 – look behind me to a noise – there is Grease Monkey cocking his head at me blinking and putting his paw on glass,
9:01 – I laugh!
(Reposted with permission....thank you so much!)