The Best Part of Wakin' Up...

You know, some people say they hate Mondays. Or that Wednesday means there's still half a week to go. But let me tell you I don't care WHAT fucking day it is: Waking up and realizing your cat pissed on your pillow makes ANY FUCKING DAY a shitty one!!

Yes, I knew something wasn't quite right when I caught a whiff of that musky aroma last night when I fell asleep, but I thought I imagined it and was too tired to investigate, thinking it might just be under the bed and I could deal with it in the morning. I was already in a depressed state of mind due to the changing of the seasons and all I wanted to do was go to sleep. I woke up around 3am due to some movement by the cats (not pissing, just jumping about) and caught the whiff again. Groaning I rolled over and fell back asleep.

My alarm went off at 5:10am and this time I really could smell it. It seemed like it was in my bed! I sniffed around and no, it wasn't the mattress or the blankets, it COULDN'T be my pillow...could it? The little bastard wouldn't DARE....would he?? I picked up the pillow I had been sleeping on and shoved my nose into it and GAGGED on the smell. FUCK!!!! The pillow didn't have a stain on it, but upon inspection I realized that the CASE did...YUCK!! BARF!!!! I jumped out of bed, raced to the shower and SCRUBBED the hell out of my skin. I washed in the hottest water I could stand (did wonders for that wrinkled dress hanging on the backside of my bathroom door) trying not to think too hard about what had transpired during the night. Thankfully it wasn't a super fresh pissing.

I think what probably happened was that he pissed on the case while it was in the laundry basket. He has a tendency to piss in laundry baskets every so often when I don't clean the litter box as well as he would like. No I didn't kick his ass or wring his neck...but I am giving him one more chance and then...............off with his head!!!!!