round of the snooze alarm. Okay, then there was the frantic hunt for my glasses, which
are a major necessity, but I was up and heading their way. And then I smelled it. The
Devil Dog (AKA Seraph) had amused herself, or dealt with her frustrations on my being
late to open the door, and had shredded a box of cat litter -- the kind with that perfumey
"fresh" smell. I opened my bedroom door to find she had pulled the 32 pound cardboard
box in front of my door, dug her way through the heavy cardboard box, and liberally coated
the hallway and kitchen with 32 pounds of clumping cat litter. The cats are amazed with
this turn of events, and I'm hoping they remember that litter-on-floor does not = litter BOX.
Also hoping that smell airs out quickly. It's not my favorite. I have to work now, so I won't
be able to get to the massive cleanup until tonight, and I'm not looking forward to it

*sigh* No sleeping in. Gotcha.