Utter Shit

I left the house at 9 am this morning and returned home at 8 pm.  10 of those hours were spent with a client showing him 17+ houses.  I am tired.  Dead tired.

I started wearing a pedometer today and reached 13000+ steps.  9000 of those were done during work hours.

I arrived home, starving and bone tired.  I expected to be greeted by two very hungry cats.  There was one.  Not the one I most expected.  I called to the little one.  No answer.  I called again…a muted mew.  To my utter horror the little guy has been  stuck in the closet under the stairs since 9 am when I opened it to grab something from my coat pocket.

He had TORN THE PLACE APART and I cannot say I blame him.  I feel soooooo bad.  So bad.  Bad, bad mommie.

Will someone please remind me the next time I go under the stairs (probably in late November when I want the xmas decorations) that he may have pooped in there?  Because I am way too tired to clean out the whole closet right now.