We have two male cats. One "fixed", one not. Yet. Generally had not been an issue. But this very morning, around 06:00, he climbed up on the bed and "sprayed". Getting my arm and the coverlet. NOT what I wanted at that time of day, less than an hour after I had been up for the regular 05:00 feeding. I said a bad word or two, got a paper towel or three, wiped things up, and tried to get some more sleep. Not very successfully. We finally got up, ate, did all the "usual" morning routine stuff. And I tossed the coverlet, etc. into the washing machine. Not quite what I had on my "to do" list for the day, and not an improvement to my general attitude either.
Wife is on recliner with the "rescue" kitten on her lap, with a blanket over her and a fan pointed her way. On the phone with the doctor office.
Niece next door and her husband are packing up for a holiday weekend campout. His family has a permanent camp site at a state park area about 2 hours from here, they have a small camper trailer left there year around. So they're going, with the Beloved Great Niece and the dog as well. So we'll keep an eye on the place, but that's the extent of it.
The Old Testament reading today is chapters 1 and 2 of the Proverbs. Worth pondering.
The New Testament reading is chapter 12 of 1st Corinthians.
I Corinthians 12