Never fails
I should be used to this by now. Friday night, a friend was stopping by, and, embarrassed by the amount of clutter around my apartment, I did some last minute throwing of clothes into the clothes hamper, sweeping of cat hair into the dustbin, and flipping the well-haired kitchen rug over so the whiter side was up (yes, that's embarrassing to admit on its own, but this was a rush job). Over the weekend, I continued the trend by doing some real cleaning (including revisiting the white rug and giving it a decent treatment), and what should happen today? The cat threw up all over the white rug.
Non-cat-owners never believe me when I tell them that given the need to throw up, a cat will always find the cleanest, whitest item lying on the floor anywhere in the house, and yak all over it. Usually it's the one white rug you own, but sometimes it's a sock or a t-shirt, which is even more surprising if it's supposed to be a clean one (doesn't happen often, but occasionally I've taken off a t-shirt for an afternoon nap, and put it back on later, and when you get a neck full of cat vomit, it's not much fun).
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I've lost a CD wallet. It's not a major loss, because most of what was in it were burned CDs of albums I bought on iTunes, and had made a copy of for archival purposes (I used to be really paranoid about seeing my virtual music collection vanish in the blink of an eye with a hard drive failure — since I got my iPod, I don't worry so much, but still burn a disc every once in a while if I need something in mp3 format for my broadcast), but it's just kind of disturbing in general when something disappears like that.
Yes, I checked in the box where I found my scanner.
No, it wasn't in there. Another CD wallet I didn't know I had was, but no CDs in it. Ever come to the realization that you'd actually feel more sane if you found out a little green gnome was sneaking into your apartment and hiding your stuff than settling for the reality that you never have any idea where anything is? (Yeah, between that and explosive cat stomachs, I'm feeling a little challenged today).
Non-cat-owners never believe me when I tell them that given the need to throw up, a cat will always find the cleanest, whitest item lying on the floor anywhere in the house, and yak all over it. Usually it's the one white rug you own, but sometimes it's a sock or a t-shirt, which is even more surprising if it's supposed to be a clean one (doesn't happen often, but occasionally I've taken off a t-shirt for an afternoon nap, and put it back on later, and when you get a neck full of cat vomit, it's not much fun).
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I've lost a CD wallet. It's not a major loss, because most of what was in it were burned CDs of albums I bought on iTunes, and had made a copy of for archival purposes (I used to be really paranoid about seeing my virtual music collection vanish in the blink of an eye with a hard drive failure — since I got my iPod, I don't worry so much, but still burn a disc every once in a while if I need something in mp3 format for my broadcast), but it's just kind of disturbing in general when something disappears like that.
Yes, I checked in the box where I found my scanner.
No, it wasn't in there. Another CD wallet I didn't know I had was, but no CDs in it. Ever come to the realization that you'd actually feel more sane if you found out a little green gnome was sneaking into your apartment and hiding your stuff than settling for the reality that you never have any idea where anything is? (Yeah, between that and explosive cat stomachs, I'm feeling a little challenged today).