Cats. Oh, the joy.

Hairballs are not a great way to spend the day.

Today: 1) wake up to two goopy land mines. Clean them while waiting to take rfrench to the airport. 2) come home from airport to find someone from CraigsList waiting for me, and she and I have to step over third land mine to get the item she was looking for. Thank goodness she has cats and therefore at least understands. Clean that one the instant she's gone. And now, 3) my OTHER cat is going through the house, decorating just about every square yard. She has this need to move on when she's deposited, see. And I'm busy, and I've lost count of the number of times I've heard her move, so I don't know how many I need to find.

Sheesh.

(edit: ten so far. three not on carpet can wait until after my interview.)