Cat Crap

Its late at night and Z has woken up with a bad dream and wanting a glass of water. So I go downstairs and hear some odd rustling. Looking down the back stairs to the basement I see cat poo on the floor. Why so they always do this when I am stressed!!!! I just don't get my cats. I wish they would just stick to peeing on H's shoes. I left the crap for the morning, and got water for Z. She needed a seesaw hug, a bum cuddle, a face hug and a kiss. And so did X. We had to look for her hedgehog too. Hedgie was found in the clothes basket earlier, and now she had fallen over the side of the bed. I seriously need a sleeping pill....