Monday mourning

I had been planning on posting something fun and entertaining this afternoon, especially in light of how indulgent people have been with my last few posting interruptions. I appreciate that greatly.

You can see the "but" looming over the horizon like Godzilla doped to the eyeballs on Thorazine and clad in a beige cardigan however. No one leads off in such a manner if the plan hadn't been shot to hell. So once again, we have a boring little placeholder. Where's the damned excitement?!

That oh so piquant little sensation happens when one is awakened earlier than had been required or even planned to deal with pain, fear, and an unholy mess. One of the four-legged psychopaths that roam my abode managed, either through supreme clumsiness or high-speed trajectory change, to upset the tranquility of a cage inhabited by a pair of relatively sweet critters.

Mornings really shouldn't include SAR for terrified and injured rodents. Nor should they also require transporting said critters to receive urgent medical attention. For those who are now curious; one had to undergo a touch of surgery to debride and suture its wound, the other was not so lucky and had to be euthanized.

Mock me if you must, but I don't take the injury and death of pets easily. I'm not really in the mood to write anything light and fluffy at present.

I'll try to kick out a double post tomorrow.