Wierdness of the day

[summer_jackel]

OK, so Jez and Chaos spent the day in the kennel while I was at work. The shelties were similarly locked out of the house. The floor was still mopped when I departed this morning.

...How did muddy paw prints get all over the floor in that intervening time?!

I shall ascribe fault to Tiger. (Who is curled up innocently asleep in my bed, aww).

***

Thank you all for your kind words regarding Pryde. I can't adequately describe what he meant to me and the depth of the loss, so I won't try. But he was one of the dearest creatures who ever graced my life, and his absence is incredibly painful. I did the right thing; it was his time, he was suffering. I am still looking for the way to face a world without him.

Comments

[troubleagain.livejournal.com]

So how'd Tiger get the floor muddy? Do they go outside, or did he tramp through a potted plant?

And as for Pryde, well, I think most all of us have been there at some point, with some furred-or-feathered family member.

[kynekh-amagire.livejournal.com]

I found several pairs of muddy cat* prints on the windows one rainy afternoon when I got home from work. Nearly every window upstairs had had cat feet slapped up on it, and as I was washing off the prints and muttering "what the hell...?" to myself, I found the battered dead moth on the sill. Mighty White Hunter strikes again.

* I have not yet lived in a household where it wasn't immediately apparent whether tracks were left by cats or dogs. Aw, housefoxes.

And for the rest, *hugs*.