What a stellar morning this is turning out to be. I failed to prevent the dog from crapping on the carpet, but did manage to ruin my breakfast, because oatmeal just does not reheat well, and I had to throw the damned dog outside again. Also, poor Zilli was being chased by Chantico and Zilli jumped up on the counter to get out of the way and then realized I was there and went OH SHIT! and jumped back down to where the dog could chase him again. Poor kitty.
Chantico chased Lucy upstairs into a corner of the bedroom. The kiddie gate is getting bent out of shape from Chanty jumping at it. It also doesn’t actually prevent her in the slightest from getting out, if she wants to, now.
I felt so sorry for the poor cats that I gave them the leftover milk in my cereal bowl this morning. The astute among you will deduce that I didn’t last very long on my frootivore diet. I ended up with upper-belly cramps last night (I /expected/ lower-belly cramping), and only belatedly considered the fact that given how little fruit I eat, that suddenly throwing nothing but fruit into my system was perhaps not the brightest idea. I think I need to eat more fruit in /general/ before I try this again (fortunately, I’ve still got apples and oranges and (glick) a banana up there). So maybe I’ll give it another whirl next week, or maybe I’ll just train myself to eat apples instead of cookies. Apples must be morally superior, right?
Anyway, so I went to bed at about 7:30 last night because my tummy hurt and I was feeling incredibly pathetic and lame. I didn’t need 11 hours of sleep, and thus slept somewhat fitfully, and my back is somewhat achy, whine whine whine.
The cats are now upstairs being bad. I am almost happy about this, because their version of bad doesn’t involve crapping on the carpet.