Rainbows, conjugal visits, obese cats and motorized wheelchairs

I had quite a long day yesterday. My car is in the shop, so I had to take Master Wog to work somewhere out in the middle of nowhere at 5:30am. Actually it was at the intersection of I-95 and Highway 204, 2 major roadways down here in the SAV. But I am a turd, and I have horrible sense of direction.

Anyway…

I picked him up after work and we make it home last night at around 7:30ish. I get this weird second wind and decide I am finally going to move the cat boxes from the second bedroom into the bathroom, and/or somewhere else in the house. I always ‘forget’ to clean them and I ‘remember’ when our house starts to smell like a stripper cat’s hairy unwashed bum. I figure if they are somewhere where I have to constantly see them, I will be more inclined to keep them clean and smelling powder fresh.

We have 2 cat boxes, one old and one relatively new. I tossed the old one and bought a new matching box. (My cats be stylin’ like dat) I put one in the tiny ass front bathroom and one hidden under a table near the living room. Hopefully this will work, if not, Kane and Roxy will have tummies full of cat turds and my house won’t stink anymore. So, we shall see.

Kitty is fat. See?



Flea is in Kitty Lock-up and Sid is there for a conjugal visit, see?



I saw a rainbow yesterday. The first time since mom passed away. It kind of made my day. See? (sort of?…look harder, lean to the left and squint a bit, you can see it.)



Oh, and my dogs are artistic. See?



And, Kane is happy with eating cat shit, Duke is not, and Roxy is undecided. See?


I also had a really interesting dream last night. I lived with Jess and Krystal and all we did all day is try on dresses…weird. OH! And there was this old lady in a motorized wheelchair that didn’t like us, she would throw condoms on our porch as she zoomed passed us. Too bad I don’t have any pictures of that.