Suddenly, something leapt up onto the counter right in front of me, and I screamed like a little girl. Of course, it was only one of the cats, and I didn’t care which one. My heart pounded, and I staggered into the bathroom because, all of a sudden, that’s where I needed to be most. And quickly. But what if there was blood? What if I died? What if…shit. I tripped over the other cat and only saved myself from falling onto the floor by hitting the wall.
Believe it or not, I was laughing so hard by then, mostly at myself, the fact that I made the bathroom in time was a shock. And the fact that I needn’t have worried was a wonderful, if unpleasant, surprise. First time I’d ever been grateful to have only diarrhea.