Pinch hitting again

I had planned on using today to finish the quick and dirty pieced duvet I started yesterday. Then I got a call at 7 AM from a co-worker who was sick, so here I am back at work again. Best laid plans and all that. The duvet will get stuffed into a box and maybe I can get around to it next week. Otherwise, we will sleep under the pink, orange and lime green tropical fish comforter in our blue, tan and navy colored room. Quelle horreure! (Is that how you say, "what horror" in French? I know that you need to put the back of your wrist against your forehead and throw your head back dramatically to get the accent right.)

This is a good time to be getting a new bed, since Jack, our senior crap-weasle, has become incontinent. He crapped in my slippers last week. This morning, DH woke with his feet in a puddle of cat urine. Poor old cat isn't being bad on purpose. He just needs kitty Depends. Before the new bed arrives, we will have to figure something out. Untill then . . . four nights of avoiding the whiffy corner of the mattress. Do they make cat diapers? I know there are people that would have him put to sleep now, but there are lots of folks living full, happy lives who have similar excretory control difficulties. I'm not gonna snuff him just because he's inconvenient. though if I put my foot into another gooshy slipper, I may decide to snuff myself . . .

Miz G in Bend is in need of warm hat, scarf and sockies. Oh, my! Knit faster, Roxie. Knit faster!! Half through the sunny hat for George the waiter. Time to knint today.