Just had an argument with Girl Cat. I was about to sit down at my desk and she hopped up in my chair. Usually, when she sees I want to sit, she gets out of the way but this time she decided to fight about it. Since I outweigh her (by considerably more than I'm willing to post on the internet), I won this round.
She'll get her revenge. Right now, she's plotting where she's going to cack up her next hairball. Will it be in my slipper? On my favorite quilt? Probably in the middle of the living where I won't see it until I step on it and smush it into the carpet.
It's 4 a.m. and I just washed a sink full of dishes. I have another sink full to go. Last time I did dishes was 6 days ago.
Once again, I'm supposed to be working on my novel but I'm procrastinating.