Revenge

Revenge is a dish best served soggy?

I knew Einstein wasn’t particularly happy with me for bringing Lucky into ‘his’ house (and anyone who has ever had a cat for a pet - you know that once it settles in and grows, your house ceases to be yours). But I never thought it would come to this -- he pissed on my backpack.

He pulled this stunt once before - when he was much younger - and still kind of marking his territory. I thought that was supposed to end when we got him ‘fixed.’ Well, it hasn’t.

I usually correct paper and work at our dinning room table. Upset that I’m not devoting time to him, Einstein usually hops up on the table (to Kristie’s horror) and either plops down on my paper or my laptop. I usually hoist him up (he is a 20 pound cat) and put him on my back pack. There he burrows in and either sleeps or tries to claw anything that passes by. So over the months he has grown accustom to using my backpack as his sleeping bag. If it’s on the table, Einstein is sleeping in it or on it.

Yesterday, as I was putting my computer and books and papers into it, I thought it smelled odd. But I was in a hurry, so I didn’t pay much attention. As I was getting ready to leave my room, I was putting my papers back in it and I noted a dark spot by the pouch where I keep my pens and paperclips. I smelled of it and it had the unmistakable reek of cat urine.

I better keep my toothbrush off the bathroom counter.