Fresh disasters

I came home from work for lunch about an hour ago. I was just going to take Celeste out for a walk, then quickly go pay the house payment and then get some lunch. But when I opened the door - oh. Wow. From the smell of things, Celeste was having a bad day. Her crate was a mess and she was looking sad. I went into the bedroom to change my clothes and prepare to clean up the mess and found O on the bed, holding his stomach, feeling rotten, too.

It seems that both of them went on an eating binge last night, from stress, from boredom, from high spirits - who knows why - but together they indiscriminately ate their ways through the refrigerator and the kitchen cupboards until they couldn't find anything else. I found tuna fish cans, cracker wrappers, apple cores, lime rinds, carrot tops, bread crumbs, potato peelings, a wrapper from a package of spagetti, an empty package of mushroom gravy, and the empty wrapper from an entire 2-pound panetone in the trash and on the floor. O with a touchy gall bladder and Celeste with a stomach so sensitive that an extra piece of toast will give her the runs. Hmm. What a feast they apparently had.

I looked at my apartment as I came back from the bank, and I guess I need to spend a little time cleaning. The smell of disaster is lingering...