Just as I was drifting into deep slumber last night, I heard YK's voice. "Rusty shat on your bed!"
It didn't take me long to jump out of bed. Indeed, there were two wet puddles of brown stuff that looked like diarrhea. Oh man, what a crappy time for this to happen!
In my daze, I pulled out the sheet. The stuff had oozed through the sheet onto the mattress protector (thank God for the protector!). I brought them to the bathroom to rinse off the eeky stuff and realised it wasn't shit afterall. It was his vomit which explains why it didn't stink and there were bits of grass in it.
He must be having stomach troubles because I caught him chewing grass during the last 2 days. I notice he does that when he has indigestion. Pets are like babies. We are always cleaning up after their mess no matter what time it happens. Babies grow up but pets don't.
Anyway, I couldn't bring myself to sleep on my bed last night. So I spent the night on the couch which I realise is very comfy. Rusty slept on the rug below, feeling miserable and neglected.
It rained during the night and is still raining heavily this morning. The sheets are now in the washer. I hope the rain stops so that I can go buy a chicken from the market. Remember we're having roast chicken tonight? It's a good thing we're not working today so I can spend time with the kids. SK's school holiday is almost over.
I hope Rusty's stomach is fine now so he can have some chicken tonight without throwing up on my bed again.