allright already!

    I'm up! I'm up!
     I've been awake since 6:33, thanks to the unending blaring of my two alarm clocks. It is imperative that I leave the apartment by 7:30, haul my ass to the ex-house, and feed & tend to the cats properly. I've been at their beck & call for a full week already, and they have me 'til Saturday morning. Yesterday they were total shitballs. In the morning they'd popped the lid on their food storage container, so they were gorging themselves on Science Diet Senior Maintenance—irony, anyone?—overnight, and when I entered the house expecting to hear the usual "Feed us, damn it!" all I got was, "Hey, baby, wassup?" accompanied by some belly-patting and self-satisfied smirking.
     So I cleaned up their baccanalian display, scolded them soundly, and took off.
     When I returned in the evening, they'd taken the box of baggies from atop their litter box (don't contemplate it too closely) and emptied it onto the floor. It was a new box. One hundred zip-lock sandwich bags strewn about the room. I could have clocked them both. And they looked at me as if to say, "Cool, huh?" I was talking to them for the entire time that I retrieved the bags, but not saying much in English.
     Not surprising since the last two movies that I saw were La Femme Nikita and Animal House.
     OK, it's now 7:07 and I'm in a bathrobe. I need to get dressed, do my hair, gather up all my meeting crap, dash to the house, do cat stuff, then drive (at my continuing peril!!!) to the NIC CAT meeting in R-ford (why, o why, am I the chair of this stupid committee?!). Afterward, Olive Garden and a brief window of sanity with the Cat before returning to my life.