I figure I’d share my Friday night:
Worked all day, nothing exciting, just another week. I’ve recently changed my “on” days for the gym, which leaves Friday open for the first time in months. I decide to take the time to go run some errands; buy food, take my roommate to get his meds, and clean the house.
So here we are, its proabably 7pm at this point. All the trash is taken out, dishes are done, floors are swept and swiffered, the designated “cat room” (dining room) is spotless, and generally just felt extremely productive.
My girlfriend gets off work; so her, my roommate, and myself are sitting on the couch watching youtube and unwinding.
Next thing I know my cat comes out of the litterbox at mach III, and I can hear the cat litter just sandblasting the entire room (unfortunately not an uncommon occurance) but I catch her doggy-style tricycling across my floor. Were instantly in tears laughing because she has this ridiculous look on her face, and is still just sitting like a person.
Then out of nowhere she takes off out of sight into the hallway (still dragging her ass) so I’m off the couch trying to chase her down, and cant see shit through the tears running down my face. I finally catch her after a solid 30 seconds.
I finally catch her, and see she didn’t… finish her business. And I guess is spooked her (shes super weird about being touched around the base of her tail) and the reality sets in.
She had drug her ass through every single room on the first floor (all hardwood) with a very distinct path of travel. You know, ALL OVER MY CLEAN SWIFFERED FLOORS.
That’s about it. No happy ending. Just my entire house covered in shit. Happy Friday.