O to the M to the F’n G

18Oct09

Sometimes you really have a week. Sometimes you have two, back to back. Sometimes you find yourself dealing with four major project deadlines straddling either side of a conference for which you aren’t really prepared for. And as you try to stay calm and power through, even in the face of a million other things that pop up unexpectedly, sometimes you get to the end of it all only to find that Satan’s cat has literally soaked the bag containing your still-not-unpacked stash of (mostly) sock yarn with his rancid pee. Seriously.

Really, I should have known better than to leave all of that yarn sitting in a bag on the floor for so long. And really, the thought that it might be in danger did cross my mind, but I am lazy and prone to distraction. What was lost in the great Cat Pee Yarn Massacre of 2009? A lot. About a quarter of the yarn was relatively unscathed, including most of the stuff I was really looking forward to using, so that’s good. About another quarter was stained and even (I shudder at the grossness) still wet. I’m treating all of this as unsalvagable. DOA. Disgusting. The rest of it just stinks. Unfortunately, this critically injured group includes the remainder of the yarn waiting to be used for the Essential Boatneck pullover and a pair of socks that I’ve been working on, plus a sweater’s worth of KnitPicks gloss that I had big plans for. I’m going to attempt an elaborate rescue mission on this yarn, but the rest of it is headed for the curb. It’s going to take a lot of vinegar, but I’m optimistic.

Unfortunately, Aidan’s beloved duffel bag that represents so many wonderful camp memories was also lost. A tribute to the early ’90s in all of its purple and teal glory, it will be seriously missed. It is preceded in death by Aidan’s soccer bag, which was also the victim of an unfortunate cat pee accident.

This cat is treading on some seriously thin ice. Seriously thin. In fact, it just might be cracking . . .

I have good things to post about, but I will wait until I am less, well, pissed about what has gone down today. I don’t want news about new projects and awesome baking pursuits to become likewise tainted by the gut-wrenching disgusting-ness of this debacle. For now, I’m just going to try to find a way to calm myself, get the cat pee smell out of my nostrils, and leave it all behind me.

Stupid cat.

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