Yep, that's what's on my mind right now. Poop and cats.
Why poop? Well, because the pipes in our nearly 150 year old building (estimate) that Barry and I live in clogged something awful today and whoa, what a nightmare it was trying to unclog months or years of crap (literally) and other things that have clogged up the plumbing. Well, I wasn't the one having to unclog the pipes. Luckily, we had a plumber who did it and who in all honesty deserves a metal for what he endured and fixed today.
What I did have to clean and fix however was the poop water that spilled onto our pristine bathroom floor which had managed to shoot up from our toilet outta nowhere. Insert gagging noise here. Don't worry, we were able to remove some of our newly purchased items which you can see here so they weren't ruined.
So after an afternoon of plumbing unclogging or whatever and poop water cleaning, the flat is back to its pristine status once again...thankfully.
So where does the cats part of the title come in? Right here. Because now, I'm going to cry about how much I miss my two furry punkin heads Charlie and Fox. Apart from seeing them on Skype, courtesy of my brother, the cat whisperer, I haven't seen or petted or heard their sweet purrs in two weeks and four days! And, it will be another several weeks until I return to the States to pick them up to bring them back to Ireland with me. I wuv u Charlie and Fox!
Luckily the cat whisperer is staying with them and making sure all their feline needs are met down to snuggles, treats and of course...poop scooping duties.