Already Exhausted

Day three of housesitting.

Day three of caring for 14 year old, blind, deaf, arthritic, pancreatic-problem-ridden Percy. I am used to smelling like dog. And I am able to fall asleep with the dog sleeping on top of me. And I am still finding little presents in the basement and on the couch. But I am starting to think he's a total sweetheart, anyway.

Day three of attending to three cats. I am still allergic to them. And I am still disgusted by wet cat food. And cat spit up. And I am still holding steadfast to my opinion that cats, in general, suck. Except for Zeus and Kobe. (Of course.) But I am continually amazed at how effing humongus cat crap can be.

Day three of feeding the fish. Not much to report on the fish front.

Day three. And I'm already exhausted.