Mondays are Ellen's dance days. She tends not to come home until 9 pm, and even then is tired and a little distracted. Sometimes too distracted.

Ellen, from the kitchen: "Oops."

Me: "What?"

Ellen: "rmmmm..."

Me: "Did you give the wrong cat the wrong medication again?"

An aside: two of our cats have heart disease. One of them should've been dead about four years ago. He takes more pills than my mom. So there are three... three pill cases that have to be picked through every night to medicate two cats. I never have gotten it right. Most people don't. Ellen usually treats us all like retards because we can't keep up with the pills for these cats. But sometimes...

Ellen: "Umm... no?"

Scott: "Ellen?!?"

Ellen: "Well, it's OK... Ajax'll be fine."

Scott: "Ellen?!?"

Ellen: "No! Really!"

Scott: "..."

Ellen, after a long pause, very quietly: "He'll just pee a lot tonight."

Well, I guess it could be worse. She could've pilled me