Life with Calypso has been quasi drama free lately. Well, ever since 8 am when she needed her medicine. (She is on a massive dose of a LIQUID anti-biotics)
Then, I decide to do a general cleaning of the Feline Ejectamenta Environment...
I cleaned out the box, which was absolutely lovely since she has been on antibiotics since the 13th. Then, I move the box and notice that somehow, even though the box is covered, she has managed to collect a consignment of litter behind the box. Fine, no major damage, it really is just litter. Then I decide to clean the litter mat and the scoop. I take them to the tub, spray them with an carcinogenic cleanser, and start rinsing them with the shower head. I have a shower head on a rope, so I'm on my knees over the tub cleaning these things, mind you. I have some stuck on 'stuf.' So, in a moment of pure genius, I bang the scoop on the tub floor, 2 feet from my face.
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I had to remain calm. I'm wearing rubber gloves covered in catshit water and holding the shower head . I'm stuck. Its moments like this when I'm very glad I've watched spy shows like Covert Affairs starring Piper Perabo, who is an amazingly bad actress! I calmly finish rinsing the mat and scoop, turn off the water, place the shower head back, take off the gloves, and after the bad guy with a gun breaks into my apartment, I knock him out with a karate CHOP! run down the hall, repel down the elevator shaft, into a safe house and catch a flight back to Langley. All while wearing Christian Louboutin heels.
