"imagination is more important than knowledge..." -- albert einstein

we're watching our friends' dog while they're out of town for a couple days. well, "watching" is kind of a loose term. i wake up at 6...ish, fumble around in the living room for a little bit, trying to ward off louisa who has randomly decided to bite my feet, drive over to their house, and let the dog out. then, around 9:30 or 10 that night (depending on the weather), tayte and i drive over there to let him in and feed him. (tayte hasn't been feeling well, and he feels the worst in the morning, which is why i do the morning part on my own. his sickness has been going on for "a while.") when i get home, i have a choice to make. i could start my day, and since it's around 6:30 i could get a lot of stuff done. or i could curl up on the couch, and since it's around 6:30 i could get a lot more sleep in. i'll let you guess which one i choose.
there was at least one morning where The Kitty let me sleep peacefully. she even came and snuggled by me. ok it was exactly one morning. all the other mornings, she's decided that it's time to make all the noise she can. so she chases those stupid little plastic balls with the bells inside or she chases her tail while on her cat tower so she falls off or she comes up and meows in my face and when she decides that i'm going to ignore her, she toots in my face as she walks away. (that last one doesn't make any noise, but it's still detrimental to my senses.)
long story short: after letting the dog out, i spend a couple hours going in and out of sleep, all thanks to The Kitty, before my sweet husband comes to me, belting a random song at the top of his lungs and sits on me. #charming
ANYWAY.
yesterday morning, i vaguely remember hearing louisa struggling in her litter box. (i should probably give a bit of background: louisa's litter box has a cover on it, which she takes full advantage of. she wipes her paws all along every side after she poops, like a lady.) i'm not even sure struggling is the right word. i could just hear banging and other weird noises. but it didn't really bother me, because i saw her a few seconds later doing her little booty scoot across my carpet, like a lady. i also have a vague recollection of her pawing and clawing at the carpet right where she had scooted her little booty. i was kind of concerned, but that lasted for about 3 seconds before i fell asleep.
tayte came out and serenaded me and then went to take a shower, and i fell back asleep.
i woke up to him yelling "why is there poop all over the floor??"
i'll leave it up to your imagination as to what happened next. (in case you don't have an imagination, here's what happened: there was poop all over the floor and we had to clean it up.)

i'm pretty sure at some point, tayte picked her up (or at least would have) and yelled "ICH. SPRECHE. KEIN. DEUTSCH." you see, he is still obsessed with all things german, and believes that she will listen to him yell in german (because if you aren't yelling, are you even speaking german?). she doesn't. but probably because the above phrase literally means "i speak no german." #aforeffort

i can't think of any other things that have happened. except louisa just caught sight of some birds outside and she's doing her chattering thing. man i love that little thing.