Last night, while I was out with some friends, I got an urgent email to return to the office to attend to a request from the mothership (Zurich). I finally left the office at around ten and once I got home H, our helper/nanny, was already in bed and the Boy was out.
Tired and annoyed I stumbled into the bedroom to find that the cat, for reasons best known to her little furry self, had peed right in the middle of the bed - so much so that it had soaked through the duvet.
Rather than eating or crawling into bed, which is all I wanted to do, I spent the next hour disinfecting and cleaning the duvet in the bath, washing down the matress and scolding the cat (nicely, and I did cuddle her a lot too).
It was only when the Boy came home and I told him what had happened that I realised this probably won't be the last time I will spend an evening cleaning up the pee of a small creature.
The sarcastic cynic. Or something like that
5 weeks ago