Bustedus Domesticus: Code Red, EMOP Initiated

Once again, Chez Busted is out of control.
I don’t know who the nastiest animal is, me or them two fucking cats, it’s pretty close.
I been putting off what now has become a critical issue , cleaning this joint up.
It was so bad I was walking on things so I got up this morning, took a look around and implemented EMOP.
EMOP is “Emergency Muck Out Procedure”, the most dire response I have at my disposal.
That is when the big garbage bags come out and shit starts flying out the door.
At least one of the cats gets it, guess who is hiding under the sink right now?
Sonsabitches better get out of the way or they will end up in a bag with the rest of the crap going out.
Nasty little fuckers.
With two of ‘em , I am having to do double duty with that fucking cat box and let me tell ya, I have never seen two varmints dig like these guys.
Fucking cat litter from hell to breakfast.
I swear they do it on purpose when I’m not here.
Cat food all over the damn place and I now know why the water dish is always empty, the little bastards are kicking it over.
I got a cure for that particular problem, I went over to the Feed and Seed store a couple of blocks away and got one of them fancy assed self watering things, it’s cute as hell too.
It looks like a miniature version of those water bottle gizmos ya see all over with the blueish plastic jug sticking out of the top.
Expensive too.
One down.
I’m going to get a self feeder too.
As for there being only two cats in here, I’m starting to wonder. I swept up enough cat hair to make two more, maybe there is another one hiding in here and I don’t know it.
Baby Girl sheds like a motherfucker.
I might get an evil plan together and follow Just An Earth Bound Misfits lead and take her in and get her shaved. The only thing I would have to do then is make sure and turn my boots upside down and shake them every morning.
I wouldn’t put it past her for one second.

Next item , clothes.
I am throwing away a shit load of clothes today, I just have way too many still.
They aren’t fit to donate, being a mechanic, I thrash ‘em pretty good, so out they fuckin go.
That leads to the next nightmare, laundry, keerist I hate doing laundry.
I still have clean clothes I haven’t put away from last week which is part of my problem.
I am going to have to do the bedding this time, yay.
That’s an all day chore, combined with the regular load.
Thank goodness Summer is coming for one reason, I am going to throw out a ton of clothes I won’t need and put the heavy bedding away till next Winter.
Well, break time is over, time to go get an energy drink and more garbage bags, thank God fer the Dollar store, two blocks away.
Triage to resume in fifteen minutes, look out you fucking cats, here I come.