Thursday, February 28, 2008

reason Number Two why i hate my cats

still buried like the wicked witch except that it's work not a house atop me and my shoes aren't nearly as cute. D off leading a XC ski trip somewhere where there is snow -- not here sob -- and whilst packing last night made a disturbing discovery.

- i went down to the basement to get my skis and while i was there one of the cats walked past the litter box, right by me, and then squatted in the corner of the boiler room and started to take a crap.
- right on the bare floor?!?
- on the bare floor. it wasn't the first time either. i've been finding the odd cat turd here and there, but i thought it was because the litter boxes weren't clean enough and the cats were pushing the old poops out. but it's not.
- fucking cats. oh i hate them. so what did you do?
- i picked her up mid-poop and threw her outside. she keeps doing this she's going to be LIVING outside. or in heaven.

i lobby for the latter, but if it's heaven she's going to i'll take the low road.

many thanks to E for reminding me that natalie dee loves cats too.

4 comments:

Mayrasmom said...

Thank you for reminding me why Mayra absofuckinglutely CANNOT have a kitten for her birthday.
I needed that.
-K

Twenty Major said...

Cat poo really is the worst thing on earth. Especially when the poo in your mouth. It's only a matter of time.

Twenty Major said...

they, not the.

That doesn't make any sense.

It's all gone wrong in Dublin, Finn. Christ I hope you know where you're going.

finn said...

kath there is a middle ground: you could get mayra a kitten but retire it before it becomes a cat. what child doesnt dream a land of perpetual kitties and puppies? what adult would not want to be rick deckard for a day?

major, no fear, we shall find our way.
as sure as dogs can fly.