"Did you," I asked her, "Just wipe your ass on the carpet?" She gave the The Cat Look for just long enough a time to make it clear that she really couldn't give a damn about me or the carpet, and then went about her business, whatever that may have been. From what I could tell, it involved mostly sitting on the kitchen table and staring off into space. Which, upon reflection, is probably pretty much what she thinks I do all day, too. At any rate, the dog took the opportunity to roll around and try to soak up some cat stink. So, you know. Animals. We're all animals. :)
Anyway. All that's neither here nor there. That's just life in the Pet Palace. What's more immediate and relevant to me at the moment is that I was eating some snack chips this afternoon and one of my nightmares came true as the act of chewing caused one of my teeth to come apart. This was not a pleasing experience. Had a little chat with the ol' family dentist, and basically it just looks like I'm going to do nothing for the time being, which strikes me as a little odd, but...well, whaddaya gonna do. Just gotta...chew on one side? For a while? I guess?
Anyway, sucks. Luckily I planned to not do a whole hell of a lot with myself during this petsitting experience, because now I really don't feel like doing much of anything. So just a word of warning and maybe a lesson to y'all out there. Sometimes in life...your teeth just come apart. Laterz, everybody.