Reductio Ad Nauseum

`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'
--Alice in Wonderland

I went out for shampoo this morning and ended up spending several hours shopping for the holidays. I really didn't want to shop today; I just wanted--needed--shampoo.

But I passed a store and thought about the person who would love a gift from that very place, so I went inside. This lead to thinking about other people and other "insides" and before I knew it, I returned to Deacon's apartment laden with packages. And frustrated -- no shampoo.

Before I left the apartment this morning I had gone upstairs to make coffee and noticed...once again...that Deacon's cats had left a mess of throw-up. There were two rubber bands and one small square of cellophane mixed in with the yuck. I usually just clean these messes but I also noticed a certain opened feminine "product" that was lying on the wood floor with its short string seemingly pointing to the cat's gifts.

Now Frisky and Fatty are girl cats but...

So the latest warm body to grace Deacon's room is just a bit too comfortable and free-spirited for my sensibilities. Someone else had once mentioned this person's proclivity to leaving such things around the place. So I just decided to let all the girls just clean up after themselves. Which is how I found myself forgetting the shampoo. I guess that I had received one too many presents this morning and subconsciously felt that it really was better to give than to receive. This morning anyway.