So after becoming intimately familiar with the joys of a pus-filled oozing cat abscess last night, I decided I would just go to bed early rather than stay up and worry about it (and he is fine, btw- vet called a bit ago and I can pick him up whenever). I went to bed, and at around 12:30 was woken by the familiar and horrifying sounds of a retching animal. All of you who own pets or have kids know the sound. The sound was coming from the far side of the room, so thinking I had room to maneuver, I jumped up to turn the light on and… instantly stepped in a pile of Rosie’s vomit placed strategically by the side of the bed.
Unlike the other night, this did not go in between my toes, as I hit it firmly with my heel, but I did manage to mash it into my jammie bottoms. After hopping around suppressing the dry heaves, I tossed my jammies in the basement, washed my foot, and put on new pajamas. I then picked the vomit up with toilet paper and cleaned up the area, threw it in the toilet and… the toilet started to overflow.
At that moment, I had what I think seers or oracles or people who should be on psychotic drugs but are not and some who are on psychotic drugs and should not be would describe as a moment of clarity. A flushed sense of awareness bathed my entire body, as I said to myself:
“I need to put plungers on my shopping list.”