Dead skunks and cat fights

There’s really not much to tell about my life right now. My sleep was rudely interrupted this morning by a cat fight on top of me around 3:30. There is nothing like 2 cats that weigh a combined 30 pounds trying to duke it out for the spot on the bed next to me. I kicked them out of my room 3 times before they forgot there was a problem and wandered off.I tried to fall asleep only to have the smell of skunk wafting into my bedroom window. A quick peak out the window confirmed a dead, very flat skunk down the street. Dead skunks make me really happy even though this usually means a smelly skunk. I have no love loss for the skunk; frankly I have one too many skunk stories to tell for someone of my age and beauty.
I gave up trying to go back to sleep about an hour after that and read a book. It wasn’t even a good book.
As I said when I began this short post, there really isn’t much to tell…