Cats

Oh, my...
I received a gift this morning....yes you guessed it- a fur ball. It was long, wet, grey and covered in slime. Just what you want to put your foot in first thing in the morning. At first in my fuzzed just woken state, I thought it was something more yucky. I've had that first thing in the morning, but it wasn't number two's, so I didn't have to clean it out from between my toes, no I just had to hobble through to the bath room and wash my foot. And all the time the cat, Mi Mi was sitting looking cute. How do they do that. Look so sweet when they've done something wrong? It is beyond me. Then they follow you to the kitchen and demand breakfast. Don't get me wrong I love my cat but....
And it hasn't stopped there. Oh, no! I've already tried to get on to the website I'm using to teach today, and I'm blocked out. Argh! I've got a proper log on and I'm putting it in correctly but no it won't let me in. And can I get any help at this time in the morning - NO! I've got to wait until nine am. What use is that! I'm in the classroom by then. Deep breath. And another and one for luck and I'm calmer. Well a little. I can't do anything about it yet so I'll have to get on with other things instead. Like proper writing. So I'm going to leave you now to do something that might pay at some point down the road.