My Bad Day Continues

Yeti threw up outside in his car carrier. That’s about as awful as stepping in cat vomit and tracking it around the kitchen.

Poor Yeti was unable to exit the cage without stepping in the vomit. So he too ended up tracking vomit around the kitchen.

I say Poor Yeti, because I think he might hate vomiting as much as me. Whenever he throws up, he jumps away from it in a certain way.  Like he’s disgusted and wants to avoid contamination.  

And when I checked him outside, he was standing as much as he could away from the vomit.

In comparison, Annie would have probably sat there playing with it or eating it.  In fact, if it had been Annie, I probably wouldn’t have realized she vomited. I would have maybe just seen the wet spot and assumed she had done some vigorous outdoor bathing.  

Tim helped me clean up the vomit.  I pretended to be a person with only a minor touch of OCD… the type of person satisfied with a one paper towel and a two wipe cleaning.  

Then when I was very sure he had left; that the car was truly gone, I cleaned the carrier some more.This involved more wipes and then wet paper towels to remove the bleach (so cats don’t later get poisoned).

I think you can know you have a major problem when people in your life know you have this problem, yet they know only the tip of the iceberg, because you hide so much.

Anyway… during the rest of the day, I’ve been trying to stay focused on the audiobook I downloaded yesterday.  I started reading it last night and liked it.

But today I kept having to replay what I heard, because I was so distracted by antisemitic celebrities and vomit trauma.  

I finally started to feel my brain was absorbing the book. 

I was on chapter four which is past the usual chapter in which I decide whether or not to commit to a book and add it to Goodreads.

I went to add it and saw I have already read the book. In 2019. This disturbs me, because the book didn’t feel even remotely familiar to me.  

I immediately returned it to the library. But now I’m wondering if I should have read it again.  Since I didn’t remember it.  

No….

The book is too connected to the bad day.  I’d rather start something new. 

Maybe.  

I sit here thinking that it’s also cold and rainy and my hands are cut up from all the handwashing I do.  But I should be glad things are not worse which makes me feel worse as I remember all the bad that will eventually probably actually happen.  Damaging storms, disease… tragedy… death…..