T-minus 12 hours

In 12 hours, I will be sitting in a room with other nervous students, taking the PCAT. I haaaaaaate standardized testing. However I'm sure you are not here to hear my tales of woe, so instead I will give you something happy. Happy!

Some of you may remember our foray into the world of automatic litterboxes. When we put it together, we didn't realize the rake would turn on right away. Oops. The cats saw this, tore into the other room, and decided they'd rather hold their poop until Kingdom come rather than use a large, scary box with a fang-rake in it.

We agonized, we waited, we tried tricks. But as my dear readers and dog owners likely know, you cannot make a cat do what it doesn't want to do, unlike dogs, hamsters, and some people. So the happy news is that the box goes back tomorrow because I found the receipt and Petsm@rt rules my world. I get $160 credited to my credit card, therefore I am $160 up in holiday presents accounting and it's still October. The end.

Now I will marinate in happy feelings while I try to get some sleep. The test will be over in less than 24 hours. Phew. Deep breaths. Time to sleep.