Reader Beware: Those with weak constitutions may wish to skip this entry. On the contrary, those with children or animals may find a sick sense of deja vu.
Phoebe, our cat, spent the entire day under our bathroom sink. She must have crawled in there while I was getting dressed in the morning, and because of the child locks, couldn't get out. We didn't discover her in there until we were about to go to sleep. This may sound terrible that she was not missed during the day, but she now spends most of her time hiding from the puppy, so we have become accustomed to not seeing her until bedtime. Well, since she was stuck, she was forced to go to the bathroom under there. At 11 o'clock at night I'm pulling everything out from under the sink, including all of the toiletries stored there and my hair dryer, and throwing them in the trash. Although I had doused it with enzymes, there was still the odor of cat pee to accompany me to dreamland.
The next morning, Max's pull-up leaked all over me. Then the toilet overflowed. All in less than twelve hours. These odorous events inspired me to finish this sketch that I had started a month or two ago. I think it is a good visual summary of my brain at this point in time.