Morning Glory

Her husband gently woke her with a kiss. He let her know it was time to rise with the morning sun.
He went to work telling her to have a good day, to be careful and not to be late for work as he exited the house at 6am.
She had a few minutes to soak it all in while still tucked in her cozy cocoon of covers.
Then her encrusted eyes opened, she saw the sun was up. The time on the clock as she focused the one good eye said 7:04.
She has to be at work at 8am and has a 20 min commute and it usually takes her an hour to get ready.
She flung herself out of bed, draws drooping, one sock hanging on for dear life and with hair stuck to her face she did what could best be described as a falling run to the bathroom.
She was at the entry to the powder room when it happened.
She stepped in fresh cat crap with her one barefoot and between the toes it went.
She was then fully awake and using words that were very descriptive.
She loving looked at her handicapped kitty with the gender crisis and whispered "Thank you, Bitty Kitty for starting my Mon. off on the right foot"
Yes, she made it to work on time!