I am babysitting my sister’s pets while she is on the river, and they are driving me insane.
Sid, my sister’s 20+ pound polydactyl cat is so damned big, he misses the damn litter box and leaves presents the size of cow patties all over the place. Plus, he is just mean, so he attacked my sister’s lame old beagle/lab, Irie, so much that Irie wet the living room floor.
Meanwhile, the excitement got my cat, Tunch, so worked up that he spazzed out when I tried to print some documents I have to have proof-read and type-set by Tuesday morning. He attacked the printer, and slit my hand from finger to palm when I tried to stop him, and it caused a piece of paper to get irretrievably jammed in my expensive printer.
In other words, there is hair everywhere, shit in the kitchen pantry, urine in the living room, blood all over the place in the office, and a piece of paper jammed in my $600 printer, and I can’t get my work done. Not that I can type without re-opening my damned cut.
This all happened within thelast ten minutes, and none of them realize how damned irritating they are.
I am going to start drinking. Or punting animals.
*** Update ***
I just *found*, by way of bare foot, more urine in the hallway.