A big ol' oops to this day.
Everything about today was distressingly delayed, beginning with me waking up.. sometime after 9:00 (yikes).
I have a reasonably sound explanation though it might really be an excuse, but trust me it's an explanation.
having slept during the beginning of midnight I was roused by a sort of commotion at 4:00.
This noise that woke me up was coming from somewhere in the house, and it didn't need much imagination from my undead self to know that cat was up to some mischief. Of course. The fiend had slept for over 12 hours in the afternoon, and his nocturnal proclivities are but a legend..I speak for all feline's out there.
Without bothering with any warm covers I strolled in a zombie like state to the drawing room where I bore witness to a rather disconcerting spectacle.
Gogi had upturned his water and food bowls, thus spilling all the contents over my wooden floor; not just that, he'd also successfully Jackson Pollocked that area with a ghastly mulch of food and water.
To say that I cursed freely would be an understatement. I knew I wouldn't be able to get anymore sleep were I to ignore this ghastly work of art and embed myself back into my warm bed.
My limbs were still recovering from the shock of being exposed to cold cruelty of frigid drawing room and one of my eye still obstinately stuck to its lashes.
In a stupor that was half enraged I cleaned the mess that was upturned mulch and mopped all the water. Replaced it with some more fresh food and water and with a few obscure curses that'd melt any ear within a listening shot I returned to my bed that welcomed me back with an embrace so sizzling I almost cried.
Just as a dream had begun to firmly lodge its presence behind my eyes I was rudely woken up by a sound that was rather audible in a very wrong way.
Throwing back warm coverings I galloped to the living room, my limbs cursing freely and I drowning their voice with angry cuss words of my own; immediately eyeing cat's intact food bowls I heaved a sigh of relief, which was short lived.
I looked around with half lidded eyes and saw that the whiskered mephistopheles had upturned a dustbin that sat serenely in the living room. Thankfully it only always houses torn bits of papers and other recyclable garbage; woe is me however that I had thrown into it two empty wine bottles just that night, and they had now upturned along with a myriad of torn receipts, empty packets and other useless bits of papyrus.
It wasn't a mess as much as it was a pain to collect everything and shove it back in the dustbin, especially when the clock was still shy of striking 6:00.
The cat looked at me as if he were the most innocent babe in the woods and purring in the softest purr, he gave my half dead self an approving head bump and sauntered off into the bedroom while I collected still his diabolical mess.
Finally I walked or rather dragged my freezing anatomy back to bed, where the little devil had already made for himself a small space in between the folds of my duvet.
No sooner had I clambered in, that the cat walked up to my chest now buried under blankets and made himself to sleep.. and thus we slept till it was 9:00.
And this my lord is how the day was fantastically delayed.
Everything about today was distressingly delayed, beginning with me waking up.. sometime after 9:00 (yikes).
I have a reasonably sound explanation though it might really be an excuse, but trust me it's an explanation.
having slept during the beginning of midnight I was roused by a sort of commotion at 4:00.
This noise that woke me up was coming from somewhere in the house, and it didn't need much imagination from my undead self to know that cat was up to some mischief. Of course. The fiend had slept for over 12 hours in the afternoon, and his nocturnal proclivities are but a legend..I speak for all feline's out there.
Without bothering with any warm covers I strolled in a zombie like state to the drawing room where I bore witness to a rather disconcerting spectacle.
Gogi had upturned his water and food bowls, thus spilling all the contents over my wooden floor; not just that, he'd also successfully Jackson Pollocked that area with a ghastly mulch of food and water.
To say that I cursed freely would be an understatement. I knew I wouldn't be able to get anymore sleep were I to ignore this ghastly work of art and embed myself back into my warm bed.
My limbs were still recovering from the shock of being exposed to cold cruelty of frigid drawing room and one of my eye still obstinately stuck to its lashes.
In a stupor that was half enraged I cleaned the mess that was upturned mulch and mopped all the water. Replaced it with some more fresh food and water and with a few obscure curses that'd melt any ear within a listening shot I returned to my bed that welcomed me back with an embrace so sizzling I almost cried.
Just as a dream had begun to firmly lodge its presence behind my eyes I was rudely woken up by a sound that was rather audible in a very wrong way.
Throwing back warm coverings I galloped to the living room, my limbs cursing freely and I drowning their voice with angry cuss words of my own; immediately eyeing cat's intact food bowls I heaved a sigh of relief, which was short lived.
I looked around with half lidded eyes and saw that the whiskered mephistopheles had upturned a dustbin that sat serenely in the living room. Thankfully it only always houses torn bits of papers and other recyclable garbage; woe is me however that I had thrown into it two empty wine bottles just that night, and they had now upturned along with a myriad of torn receipts, empty packets and other useless bits of papyrus.
It wasn't a mess as much as it was a pain to collect everything and shove it back in the dustbin, especially when the clock was still shy of striking 6:00.
The cat looked at me as if he were the most innocent babe in the woods and purring in the softest purr, he gave my half dead self an approving head bump and sauntered off into the bedroom while I collected still his diabolical mess.
Finally I walked or rather dragged my freezing anatomy back to bed, where the little devil had already made for himself a small space in between the folds of my duvet.
No sooner had I clambered in, that the cat walked up to my chest now buried under blankets and made himself to sleep.. and thus we slept till it was 9:00.
And this my lord is how the day was fantastically delayed.
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