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Has it ever happened to you that you wake up looking puffy and swollen and hope to Gods that there ain't anyone coming over or that you're going out because by the heavens this is not the mug you want to be taking out for public display and then an hour into morning you come to know that a brunch has been planned and you go scuttling to the nearest fridge grabbing ice and applying all over. Has it happened? No? Okay. Me neither.
I mean it's not I like was drinking or eating anything salty last night, not unless you count two highballs and a big vat of noodles cooked by denizens who like their sodium, spice and sour flavours turned on full volume and then staying awake until almost after midnight and getting tempted to eat a chocolate and then sleeping an hour later only to wake up early morning again cuz the house was unusually quiet and it's an anomaly with two cats.

Ah, what a morning.

One of the cat had coughed up a fur ball and one can imagine how fun that is cleaning the first thing in the morning before even sipping on water, and then there's a string of chores immediately after that.
It begins with cleaning kitty litter and ends with arranging dried utensils, crockery and cutlery from last night in their designated spaces ready to be used again with a fervour.

Have you ever watched Tom & Jerry?
If you have then you must know of those episodes where the lady of the house has left Tom the cat to his own devices and he invites his other cat friends home for a party and chaos follows leaving the house looking like it underwent electrocution.
Something resembling that anarchy goes on in my casa after hours, when the lights have been turned off and night's been declared, when the bedroom doors are closed and the cats are left to lounge about in the living space.
I wake up each morning to walk into most inventive shambles that looks like a mini tornado has swept through the house.
My floor turns into a smorgasbord of scattered coasters, tissues and cushions.
A maelstrom of flying fur resulting from Friendly fights floats around in soft wisps and cat toys lay around dismantled, looking deader than before.

I shuffle around in my zombie like state and add to that my puffed up self.

Merry Sunday!!
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