Strangers in the Night...

I am very conscious of how the weather affects me. When I heard "overcast and 12 degrees" this morning, I knew it would be a bummer of a day. I came in to work to find everyone in a similar mood. It's like a funeral in here today. But there are other reasons I feel out of sorts.

The new beau's homecoming last night from a weekend gig in Ottawa was an absolute disaster. He knew he would be late and said to leave the door open, which I did, so that he could crawl into bed with me at 3am. This was supposed to be romantic.

What ACTUALLY happened, was he crawled into bed in his skivvies to find that the goddamned cat I am taking care of (for some wayward musician studying in Australia) had taken a piss on the blow-up matress I sleep on and the pee had pooled in one of the plastic pockets like a cheap swimming pool raft. I hadn't noticed it because the pee pool didn't overflow to where I was sleeping. It just waited there, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting, like one of Robert Munsch's mud puddles. So when he sat down on the bed...wet ass.

Charming.

So cut to me, 3 am, in a black negligee mopping up cat pee and swearing that I'm going to skin the cat alive. Makes for a warm welcoming atmosphere when you've been staying awake on a Greyhound bus for four hours so you don't get beheaded, dontcha think?

I was so looking forward to him crawling in beside me I was beside MYSELF and now the night was ruined. More than anything, I was embarassed that I hadn't even noticed I was sleeping next to kitty pee. On top of it, he's a bit of OCD when it comes to things dirty, with particular attention to feet and washing one's hands after using the restroom. So I'm thinking, 'Great! He's never going to touch me again! Great! Just when I thought things could not be more perfect..."

Then I had to stop myself. If this story hadn't happened to me, would I maybe have found it funny? Shit, ya! Maybe I could have laughed it off. Maybe if he hadn't waited in the dining room for me to clean up the mess, carefully avoiding my gaze, I woulda seen the humour. But 3am and reeking of cat piss while he's ignoring me is not my idea of a good time.

And then I asked him to leave I was so upset. He gave me his requisite "okay, bye", which is his way of not getting involved when I'm acting like a cat-skinning lunatic. Who could blame him?

However, I still would have liked him to say, "Hey it's no big deal". It would have been nice to know that I (or my feline foe) hadn't turned him off jumping into bed with me for life.

Sigh. All I could do was apologise today and tell him I'd like to make him a meal sometime this week to make up for it.

Hopefully the cat won't piss in my food.