Menagerie mine, that's just... gross, okay? GROSS.

I slept really well last night, which seems like an auspicious sign of the beginning of the recovery period. I can even sort of breathe through my nose, though not smell through it.

But I woke up to chaos! Wax came home and instantly started yelling at the animals. I don't know if I got everything, but:

• The dog stopped being able to hold it at all and his paper-training is no longer in force. He peed twice in the livingroom yesterday and once in the bedroom this morning. Time for dog diapers I guess. Too bad I'm not really recovered enough for the hike to the pet store. Hopefully tomorrow.



• Russel Crowe likes to carry things around. He took a spare tube of toothpaste out of the bathroom this morning and left it lying outside the bathroom door in a puddle of dog pee, inches from a dog turd. THANKS, RUSSEL CROWE.



• Rusty and the BBkitty are loudly chasing each other around. They're having fun, it's just their playful war cries/growls/inquiring chirrups and the little crashes of kitties slapping the kitty treehouse and the wall and stuff are a little loud.



• All three cats want to eat at once. The Crazy and the BB didn't really complain vocally about eating before; they'd just remind you and then wait by the food bowl, if that. Rusty is more Siamese though, and he's loud, and it's catching, so Wax was followed by a train of three loud, frolicking cats yelling for food, who then refused to jump up on the cat food tables to eat the food in question. She put them on the table and then they all acted confused and went away without eating it. (Although they did later come back for it.)



• Within five minutes of Wax getting home and going to bed, someone had barfed in her shoes. We have a raised hall closet for outerwear with a shoe place, and also a little shoe rack, but Wax is one of those people who can't really remember things like that and likes to drop things wherever they fall, so her shoes are usually next to the rack. So a cat barfed right in the inside of her favorite lace-up sneakers, the ones my parents bought her for our wedding 1½ years ago, and then the dog thoroughly licked the insides of them. Yum. Time to throw those bitches in the wash!

I think that's covered everything, except the obvious implied fact that when I'm recovered enough for cleaning I'm going to have to disinfect everything it seems like. /o\

PS: Did you guys see this new romance novel plagiarist (via cleolinda via Making Light) who seems to be acting just like Cassie Claire? Before Charlee's 30: Oi Carroll! No!

Rocket Dog "Boardwalk Bugged" in white/red and Schuh "Bambi" bow bar flat in turquoise

I reaaaaaaaaaaaaaallly love those red ones.