pissing contest

It was 80 degrees when I headed out at 8:30 this morning. I spent time at the farmer's market, buying local eggs just laid about a minute ago, and garden tomatoes and local honey. Then I drove around looking for photo opps to send to the paper. By then, 9:30, the temp had risen to 86.

I spent a couple hours at the athletic fields, shooting photos of the scrimmages and practices. School had started last week and the fields were populated by every team. It was hot, the sun was beating down and the temps are expected to rise to 102 with a heat index of 110. But I got some great shots and two story ideas and also ran into a new friend I'd just met last week. So that was good, but by 11:30 I was wiped out. The temps were in the low 90s by then with high humidity.

Getting home at noon was a relief. By comparison, my apartment's 78 air conditioned degrees was a balm, and I made breakfast. Then I decided to amble over to the futon couch, lay down, and read a paper I had promised to edit for a friend. Stunned, papers fluttering to the floor while my mouth did a silent scream, I looked down and saw that SOMEONE of the feline variety had peed on it. I had laid on a thick, quilted bedspread to protect the fine microsuede teal futon covering. The pee had gone thru the bedspread/quilt, thru the microsuede covering, down to the futon mattress. Worse, I can't smell so I had no idea how long it had been there, if the stains will come out, and who had done it and why. More worrisome, will my feline(s)do it again? Argh.

Worst of all... I am at the laundromat on a 102 degree day washing the quilts. No one had better pee while I am gone or when I get back there will be hell to pay.