I thought I'd start this off on a high note and tell you about how my cat Nessie dropped a deuce right in the middle of my writing desk.



The face of no regrets.

Now in her defense, Nessie did go in the litter box as the gods intended. However, she is remarkably fluffy and the one drawback of this trait is that sometimes things stick to her when she (or I) would rather they didn't. Case in point: the poop.

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So Nessie leapt up onto my desk as she is wont to do, unaware or unbothered that she was carrying a stinky stowaway that was about to jump ship. As her paws hit the keyboard level and she readied herself to make the second jump to her designated lounging area, a brown nugget the size of my thumb dislodged from her posterior and planted itself firmly in the dead centre of my work space.

Once I was done laugh-gagging, I cleaned it up and got back to work. On that note, a sudden rainstorm helped me break my writer's block! Yay! I wrote about rain.