Our old gentleman kitty woke up later than usual, emerged from the basement and met me on the back porch. He didn't seem to want to come inside again, even with the allure of food.
Turns out, Gus has good manners. He had poopfoot on a hind paw. Poor kitty-- I went through six rags and about as many minutes trying to pin him down and finally had Kiddo come put Gus's water and food on the back porch, because there is no way that cat can be inside.
Kiddo arrived for duty wearing a pair of underpants over his head, his eyes peering out through the legholes and the fly directly over his nose, to "Protect from the smell". This must have been for the fine air-filtering qualities underpants are so known for.
Ten minutes later I am now done cleaning up the trail of tragedy that was the path from the catbox to the back door. We are now going for a walk because it smells like The House at Poo Corner here. At least the sun is out and everything else can wait.
Anyone else get more than they bargained for this morning?:)
Thanks for the feedback. Bug, I do have a ringer bag of Austen I use as an IV drip from time to time. Seriously, I love English literature but no, I do not speak in an affected British accent. And Joe has nicknamed me "Miss Propriet-tay" as well--along with that other nickname "the Portable Curmudgeon" he gave me years ago... I guess that makes me a bit eccentric and grumpy with a propensity to prefer my people on the polite side of things.
I believe that it's manners which help us all not to kill each other.;)
LOL. "fine air-filtering qualities underpants are so known for," "trail of tragedy," "House at Poo Corner."
You're a great writer.
Those are the mornings I am grateful I have a job. It makes the perfect excuse to turn my back on the disaster and whistle a happy tune.
Stupid really because by the time I come home I am tired and whatever I avoided has done its best to make itself permanent in my absence.
No, but I loved reading your story!! How funny and cute!
Are you English? For some reason, I always read your questions in an English accent!!
This reminds me of my son, who likes to wear his underwear on his head... for pretend play and makes like he is a Ninja.
One day he had some friends over, they were playing in the yard. The next thing I know, all the boys had (my son's) underwear on their heads too, and they were playing Ninja. Stalking around the yard, with sticks in their hands, thinking no one knew who they were.
Too funny!
Yah and I took photos.
My morning was okay today.
Except my son wanted to wear to school, the SAME t-shirt he wore yesterday. Fine. Only thing is, the t-shirt is now, dirty/stained with stuff from yesterday. I had to wrestle him to change his t-shirt.
Today I really needed to read this. I just love the way you wrote this.
have a great day
many blessings
LOL! When my Wilson was a kitty, he used to step in his poop EVERY time, trying to cover it. He would then proceed to try to shake the poop and litter from his paws. Oh, those were the days-poopy litter on the walls and ceiling of the powder room and a poopy trail through the kitchen.
Yeah...The other day my 10 month old somehow wriggled out of his diaper.
It wasn't dull and he wasn't happy with his new discovery.
Somedays.
Good to see we're not alone. :)
I sure did enjoy your post and SWH!
