Every once in awhile, my days begin in very bizarre ways.
Today is one of “those” days.
Always does the day start with t3k getting up, then I get up, then the dogs (all 7 of them, 8 counting Old Dog) get to do their thing, then breakfast, then t3k off to school, then I sit down and do some writing, or finish the current book selection while I have my coffee…
This morning, I am sitting on the sofa, drinking my coffee and watching the news instead of reading.
I begin to hear this odd *scriiiiitch~rattle* noise.
I wonder what is going on, so I get up, and begin to search for the noise…
I tour all the bedrooms, I tour the bathrooms, I tour the dining room, I tour the kitchen…I even looked in the garage…
Retracing my route, I find my coffee cup sitting on the vanity in the bathroom…
Closing all the doors I can behine me, I sit down to a second (hot) cup of coffee.
Very soon, I hear the *scriiiiiitch~rattle* noise again.
I jump up and run to the kitchen ~
going around the stove island, I find a cat.
A cat that is playing with ~
a dried up old Dog poopy.
I’m afraid to ask…
How MUCH weirder can the day get????