Never A Dull Day Around Here

Really, it's not. And I would have posted this yesterday, but I was tired and sulking from my day that was supposed to be bra shopping, except I got mad after the 10th one that didn't fit and just ended up going FORGET IT. I'm sure if I still wore a 34B I would have found a nice one that actually fit....

Early Saturday morning I stumbled out of bed to get to the loo. It's always an obstacle course to get anywhere in this house at night, no matter how hard I try to clean up when DH is at work, because either A) he dumps his clothes, shoes, backpack where ever B) an assortment of pets decide right in your path is where they want to sleep or C) the gremlins attacked. Really, I just can't wait until the munchkin is old enough to leave Barbie shoes for me to step on and other assorted toy hazards in my way.... /sarcasm (Did I really say I was hoping for 3 yesterday? I plead a temporary moment of insanity. How do you moms with more than 1 do it? I bow down to you!)

I never bothered to turn on the light. Once I get to the loo, I hear assorted angry growls and hissing. Nothing new around here, with our assortment of pets, even if it has shrunk down in the last months, someone's bound to get on someone else's nerves. So I tell them to knock it off. I keep hearing growls. And now hissing. At this point I turn into cranky Momma, turn on the light to see who's at it....

and let out a high pitched scream that I am sure every neighbor on my street heard.

The source of the growling was our youngest cat who also happens to be the fattest. Who currently had a carcass at his feet IN MY BEDROOM.

This wakes DH up (miracles happen) who stumbles towards me making the cat pick up mouse and run AT MY FEET.

I scream again.

Now there's a trail of blood.

Have I mentioned I hate the sight of blood?

I run back into the loo, thanking myself for not eating dinner as there was nothing but dry heaves.

Apparently the cat finally drops the mouse long enough for DH to pick it up and throw it outside. I waited for DH to finish cleaning the evidence off the floor (TG for limited carpeting in this house!!) while he's laughing at me.

I. was. not. amused.

Poor mouse! I have to say, if I was going to put money on any of the cats bothering to catch a critter in here (because the cat who passed away in October years ago spotted a mouse at my parents house and just stared at it in the corner til the DOG caught it!), I'd have banked on the Savannah runt doing it, not the fat one.

I actually feel pretty bad because we had a pet rat who passed away several months ago too - now that I think about it, the cats did stare at her at lot. Gulp!