The fog's been heavy the last couple of mornings making it slow going. We're usually up by 7:00, but it's about a half-hour drive into town. So, what with needing to be at the vet's at 7:30 a.m. we decided to take a room.
Smith, upset at being indoors, promptly pooped on the sheets. She's used her litter box several times so I know she knows how. I had similar feelings, but my vestigial decorum won out.
You DO realize it's almost suppertime, don't you?