A cat and water started the most horrendous 24 hours of my life a few years ago. Cats should not like water and definately should not have acess to toilet bowls in the middle of the night.
My granddaughter had a very spoiled cat and considered the guest bathroom her own. She liked to play fishing at night.
My husband had a stroke while working in CO, staying with our son. I drove out to bring him home,1000 miles one way. Drove straight thru, next day started back home. Took him to our DR and he suggested I take him back to CO. He was working in my sons nursing home and he needed OT, so they thought that was the perfect scenerio. Next day headed back to CO. Felt like I was running a commuter service. After 3000 miles in 4 days I was getting a wee bit tired of the "open road".
I had thought to get a good night's sleep and head back home the next day.
ENTER CATI woke up about 2:00 am. Went into the guest bathroom without turning on the light. Big mistake. Didn't know this was the cat's bathroom.
To put it diplomatically, I knocked the cat into the toilet bowl. She came out of there hissing and howling. She went one way, I the other. By the time I was sure I would not have a heart attack, I was wide awake . Made the rather foolish decision to head out for home without waking anyone. Just FYI, always ,always check CO weather.
I had not gone more than 25 miles when I started to see semi's parked alongside both sides of the freeway. About five miles down the road, saw an overhead sign that said,"Road to Cheyenne closed,blizzard conditions"
I was rerouted to the local high school to spend the night. The high school was filling up fast with stranded traveler's. A kind lady came over to me and said they had one space left in a room with 26 cots and I could have that. She had a small flashlight and took me to a cot closest to the door. Told me to be quiet and not turn on lights as all were asleep.
It didn't take to long and I had the rather unpleasent feeling that I was the lone woman sleeping in a room of 25 truckers. I left to find this woman and tell her what I thought of her not to funny a sense of humor.
I was right. I was sleeping with 25 men.
I took some extra blankets and headed back out to the car. Finally, the all clear was given to the road to Cheyenne.
Finally getting to Cheyenne, found the town almost shut down due to stranded motorists and truckers. An estimated 15,000 in a fifty mile radius.
I-80 east was still blocked so had to wait. Then they gave the order that no cars could leave till the truckers got out and on their way. This seemed like hours. I spotted a small group of truckers that ran for the same company as my brothers out of Mpls. Threw myself at them whining and begging to have them help me get out. All I wanted was HOME at that time.
They agreed to get me out, but only if I thought I could keep up as they were running way behind.
Little did I realize what they meant by keep up.
I snuck out with trucks on both sides of me and then the fun really began. I had two trucks behind me, one in each lane,three alongside and two in front. I have a very little Cavaliar . Keep up meant 85-90 miles an hour all the way across Nebraska. Made great time
All I could think of if my car should stall, It was going to hurt.
Finally made it to the Iowa border in one piece and looked for a motel room. No vacancies due to the storm. Went to a convenience store,explained, and asked if I could park in front and grab a couple of hours of sleep.
I had just fallen asleep when a car load of teenagers descended.
They were so fired up due to a game win, they were pounding on cars. One pounded on my windshield and I came out of the backseat, face to face with what looked like an alien. Spiked hair, every color of the rainbow,pierced earrings in every spot imaginable. That of course did the sleep again and continued on home. 4000 miles in less than a week is not something I want to try again anytime soon.