I don't really ask for much out of life...

And lately, I've been receiveing it in abundance. My house was semi-clean when I went to bed. The kitchen wasn't too wrecked. The dogs seemed happy. Kids were in bed. Hockey was quietly playing in the background. I drifted off to the sounds of a great scrum on the ice. All seemed right in my world. So, when I woke up this morning, I felt rested and refreshed and fairly sure I would just let the dogs out and stroll in to make coffee. I was soooo wrong. Dishes piled up in both sides of the sink reminded me of Thanksgiving aftermath. The delicious brownies I made lay uncovered on the stove and the newspaper that I enjoyed yesterday was strewn about the living room. Now, the kids were in bed before me. The dogs seemed content so who created this mother of all messes? The light bulb comes on. My eyes grow wide. The cat must be seeking revenge for me interupting his booty call yesterday morning! Yes! That must be it! That clever cat managed to dirty up the dishes and defile my delicious brownies and then just to hammer his point home... threw my news paper around! That clever bastard.