Catpaw - diary of an angry cat

OCD - Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Catpaw - small, furry tech support that suffers from the above
Bed - something I should have hidden under today

I knew this day was not going to be good. I just knew it. I went to my first customer of the day. Difficult person to teach. No problem. I’m tough.

She has a dog.
The dog often has an aroma.
I’ve learned to handle it. As I said, I’m tough.
Evidently not tough enough.

This morning Rover came trotting up, tail wagging wanting a pat on the head. So I obliged. She licked my hand and I patted her and wrinkled my nose - she wasn’t just aromatic - she stunk. You could see the stink fumes floating off of her. She really, really, really stunk. I looked up at customer and she apologised for dog’s strong smell. “She’s kind of smelly. She found a dead rat in the park this morning and was rolling around on it. I sprayed her with some perfume but it didn’t seem to help.” Great now Rover smelt like a cheap hooker in a mangy fur coat.

Couldn’t you have told me before I had patted dog? I looked at my hand and immediatly started to flash onto the dead rat. I needed to wash NOW. I needed to wash multiple times. I wanted to shower and change. I wanted to be in a different city.

No matter how many times I washed my hands, I still felt like I had rat hands all day long. I obsessed about that rat all day. It sure didn’t help my migraine either. I stopped to get something to eat later in the day and all I could think was “I don’t want to touch that with my rat hand!”

All the OCD meds in the world couldn’t help the massive attack I had today. I could have taken a truck load of the stuff and I’d still be washing my hands and rubbing the spot where rover rubbed against me.

Tell me tomorrow will be better. No more rats please.

Stumble it!