In this usually mundane world, I think it takes the little things to help you gain perspective and appreciate more of what this life has to offer. Case in point, our kitten pissed on our bed this morning. And not just a little tinkle, I’m talking full on golden showers, enough to impress the Germans. Right on top of the brand new sheets that Linda bought last week no less.
So why did she do it? It might have to do with the fact that we placed her cat box outside and didn't bring it in last night. Or to show displeasure that there was another cat in the house this morning, so basically marking her territory. But I'd like to think that she was the shepherd, the sheets were the valley of darkness, and she was laying her vengeance on the self-righteous, and the tyranny of evil men. No wait, sorry I was watching Pulp Fiction last night before going to bed.
No, basically Lilo (the kitten named after Disney’s Lilo & Stitch, not the young starlet turned hooker) needed to piss and couldn't hold it until any longer. So we had to put the sheets in the washer stat, change her cat box with new kitty litter, and then run around the house chasing Lilo to get her back into the house so we could get off to work. We lost 10 minutes off our commute time in the process, but I’d like to think we gained a little bit out of the whole ordeal. It kind of helped us to laugh at the moment, forget about our rush to be off to work and all those other adult responsibilities, and just take a step back to look at our lives and appreciate it for what it is. A morning full of kitty piss on our bed, being late to work, and sitting behind smell ass homeless guy on the train to work.
On a lighter note, my director brought in some pastries from Porto’s bakery. YUM…good shit. This morning is looking up after all…