As I was trying to get myself back on schedule today, I chanced to look out the window just in time to see a delivery man coming with… another box from Chewy.
I had to bring it in and unpack it. Oof! Too heavy to pick up. Too big and awkward. What’s in it–a dead body? Great start to a mystery novel, The Cat-Food Killings. With Hercule Poirot going totally mad from all the cat hair on his clothes.
Open the box to find out what’s in it! (Just like Obamacare!) Hot dog, another half a dozen big bags of cat litter. I’m sure we have enough to fill our bathtub now. Plus a few cartons of canned food and three sleeves of Fancy Feast. Now all I have to do is find places to put them.
How many cats do they think we have? Really, there are only two.
And now it’s after 1:00. Get to work, you!