Major CATastrophe
If I were to describe my morning in too much detail, it might cause you to toss those proverbial cookies.
Suffice it to say, I was an hour late to work. I have hardwood floors AND rugs. And, no, this time it wasn't Maude.
For more details, watch this. Just go into it knowing this was possibly the most disgusting morning I've ever experienced in my life, and that link doesn't even begin to capture the actual horror of what I witnessed.
(Not to mention, clean up.)
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cat tales,
nevillian adventures
9 comments:
Holy crap!
Sorry way to easy :)
I resemble that remark. :)
I am thinking I'll skip the link and take your word for it. Sorry the guest cat made things disgusting. Maybe this is why Maude didn't like him.
~BPP
I just ate a 5 day old seafood burrito, so I'm not going to click on the link.
Lee - That's especially funny because the link redirects to your blog. A la Stanley Steemer...
Long ago, a huge malamude my wife and I kept in a small inner city apartment found a gallon of rancid fat in a garbage container in the back hallway and wolfed it all down.
The next day, we came home to find runny dog feces, literally, as high as 6 ft. up on the walls of the apartment.
I have a pretty good idea of what you might have faced.
My Poodle used to do that all the time. We would have to get his "glands" squeezed when he went for hair cuts.
Ah the pooer squeeze! Poor Kitty. He wouldn't have to do that if he was allowed in his litter box.
Oh my god, that's hilarious.
I am not just ready to click there, not yet. Maybe a little later, after the deviled eggs settle.
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