I woke too early, as usual, to cats complaining, wanting in, wanting out, fussing at each other .. this was around 5 am .. so the door was opened, they were invited to leave .. and not to come back until I called them. As if.
I dozed ... they complained, mosied around, got quiet.
I slept a little longer .. then they started pestering me again.
It was as dark as night, the house was warming up nicely .. I heard a snow plow go by .. I didn't even want to look.
Finally I felt bad about hungry cats and all that - never mind they have dishes of dry food in the kitchen and in the bathroom.
I walked into the kitchen.
Thank God I was wearing my Uggs slippers.
The floor was covered .. no exaggeration .. in broken glass.
I am not sure at the moment ( shock you know) how many glasses were out on the counter .. I would be surprised if there was more than one .
I was surprised there was one !
Of course, it couldn't be an old glass from a store long forgotten ... it had to be one of the 2 ale glasses that my husband brought back as souvenirs from London and one from Bermuda.
They were good drinking glasses but they had such sentinmental value.
This one, I think, was the biggest one, from Bermuda.
It was sad.
But my anger and the kitchen floor being completely covered with tiny pieces of glass pushed away the sadness.
I had to knock Minette out of the way a few times, finally a spritz of water in the face convinced her to exit the kitchen ... make herself scarce ... not to darken my doorstep for at least a few hours.
Merlin looked clueless and I am sure he was. He is past the age of hopping up on kitchen counters to knock treasured items on to the floor to break.
Minette did this as a wee kitten, a blown glass little rooster my daughter gave me .. I quickly learned to take everything that meant something to me and put it away out of kitten reach.
But a glass on the kitchen counter got past me ... it remained ... out there all alone .. in danger .. I was not there for it ... it died.
I am not speaking to Minette.
Good morning !