I left my darling granddaughter this morning to come home. Why? Because someone has to take care of the cat.
I walked in the door to discover that, while I was away, she had puked in the entryway. She puked in the kitchen. She puked in the hallway. She puked all over the comfy chair in the living room. She puked in the bathroom. She puked in my office. She puked in my slippers. As soon as I opened the door, she was so grateful that she darted outside, into the snowy, -15°C weather, and didn’t want to come in.
So I left her there.
She was scratching at the door 5 minutes later, and I relented. But I considered letting her have a night out in nasty weather!
Here she is, not looking at all guilty.
It’s OK. I’m renaming her Princess Pukes-A-Lot.
Now I have to spend my evening scrubbing everything.
You know, spiders are much less disgusting than cats. If only I could convince my wife…