So then, there was yesterday meowing when mom was doing alllll she could to get out the door at 0730. She had been literally fast-walking for an hour trying to get herself ready, dressed, and more importantly feed me then mash a billion of those little piss ants she calls 'em that have come through the ONE place that wasn't caulked at the window in the kitchen.
She uses masking tape to stick them to the tape and man, she man really pound that stuff down onto the counter and get hundreds within less than a minute.
OK. Where was I? Oh yes, it was 0730 and she HAD to get gone to Knoxville THEN. (Most of the time from 0545 on was mashing ants). So, shoes on and door open she asked if I wanted a treat. I said yes, I would.
She reached into the cabinet where they are along with the 3# can of coffee and as she took the coffee out to reach for the treats (Party Mix---grilled) down came the large bag of Party Mix. And guess what Kitties? She'd forgotten to press the top to seal the bag.
Oh Kitties, it rained treats all OVER the kitchen counter, floor, trash lid, stove and across the narrow kitchen floor to the sink base. SO.....we have to scoop them up, sweep, and in general start late. Meanwhile I am vacuuming up the treats as fast as I can.
She finally got out, late but out to the car and I had to sit ALLLL day till 1700 by myself. She and a beloved guest, Brovver, got here, had supper, so did I and the rest was normal.
Sheesh. All I gotta say.