On leaving the bathroom, I now found my fellow Scooby Doo-er's in this woman's rotting bedroom and she was sweetly introducing them to a gazillion cats and kittens that weren't there prior to the piddle episode. Obligingly, I listened to their names and fell in love with every damn kitty there, but I knew I didn't need another kitty let alone purchase a pure breed, so I just smiled, nodded and "mmmhmmm" a lot. As it is, I'm already one cat shy of "Crazy Cat Spinster" status, that is until I see this tiny little creature, no more than six weeks old with a brown tabby look about it. The lady explained to me that she would give me this particular cat for free, "but you have to understand", she said, "he's blind".

Once awake, I realized my own cats were working their "wake up the bringer of food" mode. Ruby, my black cat, was basically sitting on my chest staring down at me, occasionally touching her wet nose to my chin and Sophie, my Siamese mix, was next to my pillow...staring down at me and playing with my hair, neither of the cats smiled at me and for that I was thankful, but I'm certain that's why my brain conjured the smiling deformed kitty, nothings perfect, right?
Speaking of cats, it just so happens that it's raining cats and dogs today, ugh. Aunt Flo has made a surprise visit, which I hope is not representative of the decaying bathroom, ew. And to top things off I have an interview this afternoon. The huge zit above my lip should scare the living shit out of my interviewer and I'm certain that my hair will do it's amazing humidity freak out trick, which can be quite attractive if I were living in a nut house. I'm doomed. I'm bitchy and bloated, damnit, I feel sexy. Garble snarf with a side blech. Creepy smiling cats, damn.
Paging Dr. Freud.....