It was the morning before drunkeness. And all the mice where gone cause Cheetah killed them or at least scared the shit out of them. The Cheetah, alias Meetball pounced at me from her domain of my coffee table. Ha! I excaped with just a few threads from my dress. Stumbled hit my leg on that dam love seat with wood sides and now have again, yet again bruises. I fell on the love seat and did not arise till morning. No really it was afternoon. The love seat treated me so sweeter than the cold floor.