Morning is not my best time. I need daylight for starters, so I'm hating getting up before good old Mr. Sunshine. Second, I need to mainline a cup of strong coffee and then I'm on my way to better things and third, I'm usually huddled-up and freezing.
This morning, before I've had a chance to finish my strong coffee, I shuffled my freezing self in the morning dark to the laundry room and walked with BOTH sock feet, through a dinner plate sized pile of WARM cat throw-up.
And I am positive it was feline, because it included a hairball.
I've interrogated every cat on the homestead and they've all denied responsibility. I'm feeling just a little better about it now, but I might have used one of those skeet guns this morning and started over with a whole new slate of kitties.