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Saturday, October 25th, 2003
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3:24p
I was cleaning my bathroom top-to-bottom.* I was using no sharp objects and did not slip at any point, but somehow I wound up giving myself a small puncture on my foot which has bled a great deal. Well, as much as I can bleed a great deal. Enough so that my blood mixed with lemony Pine-Sol.
I wonder if I'm going to start spitting fresh cleansing power now.
*A tangent: Whenever I see a pet's leg amputated on Emergency Vets, they all say the same thing: "Oh, these guys never notice they only have three legs." That, y'all, is BULLSHIT. In the first place, Cayman gets all frustrated and walks around with his claws out for balance and if he steps on a body part it is painful. In the second place, and this is relevant to the bathroom, you know how cats scratch and paw to get off the litter from the litterbox? And cats normally try to do this inside the litterbox or balance somehow so it mostly winds up not all over the floor? Well, he can't do this. He tried when we got him. He fell over and then had to have a bath. So what he does is, he steps out of the litterbox with his paws all full of litter, and paws on the BATHROOM RUG. Then he scratches his claws on said rug, and sends this litter flying into every conceivable corner of the bathroom.
You're never going to use the bathroom in my place, ever, are you? Nah, it's not all that dirty, really. It's clean litter, because he demands that ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) hpsf_phoenix devote an amazing amount of care to cleaning his box. You know how J.Lo insists that her toilets in any venue be filled with lilies? Like that, except I had to ban Cayman from looking at concert tour riders on The Smoking Gun after the Cristal Incident.
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