I'm gonna kill that damn cat.

[elfs]

This morning as I was getting off the bus, I slipped and wrenched something on the slippery disembarking platform. I hate those damn things, like the "kneeling bus" itself, because when it rains they become slippery and they slope downwards. I dropped my laptop (which seems to be okay) and I hurt my neck and shoulder recovering and not falling over.

I went to the gym to work out the kink, and did pretty good. I'm not lifting as well as I'd like, but my legs are strong and my heartrate has dropped down to levels appropriate to my age group finally, after a year of doing it. I skipped a few things (like my usual push-ups) because I wanted more time to stretch out my neck and do a few more yoga poses. It worked quite nicely.

On the other hand, when I first went to the gym I noticed this really bad, sour smell. This isn't unusual in locker room, so I shrugged it off until I started my warmup and discovered the smell was following me. I sniffed around.

Dinah, the cat, had peed on my gym bag. The ripstop nylon didn't give off the smell very prominently, but it had soaked through to my T-shirt, and that's what I was smelling. Sigh.

Comments

[pixel39.livejournal.com]

Poor kitty. :-(

Usually they only do that sort of thing, if they're otherwise well-behaved litterbox-wise, if it's painful to pee. Then they associate the litterbox with pain and go elsewhere.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_candide_/]

My cat does that if we haven't scooped-da-poop at a frequency high enough to meet her strict standards.

We have 3 cats, so that frequency is already fairly high. ^_^

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