What the actual fuck.
8/26/16 01:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kateMy cat (my favorite, don't tell the rest) just came into our bedroom and pissed all over our comforter and sheets.
A) I came home not 5 minutes before this. (After a super-shitty week at work culminating in a particularly super-shitty day today.)
B) This is actually the second time he's done it, the last time, he did it while my wife and I were in the bed. He pissed ON US. We weren't really sure what to make of that; he'd been sick and we'd been playing with his insulin to get him back on track with his blood sugars.
I can't tell if he's still sick and letting us know, or if he's pissed at me specifically. I've been stressed from work, so not particularly lovey or anything, but not like, awful? I'm still petting the cats and they sleep with us, and hang out with me on the couch.
You know, I just didn't need this today.
A) I came home not 5 minutes before this. (After a super-shitty week at work culminating in a particularly super-shitty day today.)
B) This is actually the second time he's done it, the last time, he did it while my wife and I were in the bed. He pissed ON US. We weren't really sure what to make of that; he'd been sick and we'd been playing with his insulin to get him back on track with his blood sugars.
I can't tell if he's still sick and letting us know, or if he's pissed at me specifically. I've been stressed from work, so not particularly lovey or anything, but not like, awful? I'm still petting the cats and they sleep with us, and hang out with me on the couch.
You know, I just didn't need this today.
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on 8/26/16 11:29 am (UTC)