This post is about a really bad cat day. Really bad. If you are at all squeamish you may want to pass. If you are tough; have had kids or pets (they both poop); or work in healthcare; this will make you feel good because it wasn’t your day.
Even cats have a bad day every now and then. Maybe lunch didn’t settle or that paw that needed cleaning had some extra fur on it. It doesn’t matter. If you have enough cats, you are going to have bad cat days too.
I hate when it happens all in one day. Maybe they conspire to commit their atrocities together so there isn’t enough energy to be annoyed at any one cat.
Over the weekend I had one of those days. Yes, this is right after the pond project when my back was not talking to me and my energy left for destinations unknown.
The day started off nice enough. Weather was good. Nothing had to be done. (Don’t you just love those kinds of Sundays? I do!) Things were going great until early evening.
Clean up in Aisle 1 — When I started prepping for the cats’ dinner, I saw a pooter scooter on the rug. That happens when an animal can’t clean their rear and rubs it on something. Rugs are their favorite because they have a soft roughness that aids in the cleaning. Dogs are a lot more likely to do this than cats. What you have is a streak of poo to clean up.
Cartoon by John Wagner for Hallmark
What’s that sound on TV? – Later I heard that dreaded sound. It was a soft hacking nearby. I tried to convince myself it was the football game but the beloved husband said, “Someone barfed here.” What a barf it was! Strategically placed so we would walk in it see it on our way to bed.
I smell something and it isn’t good – I didn’t see Mollie for a while so I had a suspicion that she was the pooter scooter. Cats are very clean. She probably watched me clean it up from behind something so she knew I wasn’t happy. She chose to stay hidden until it was time for her TV rub.
She jumped up on my lap and I thought I would pass out. There was no doubt that she had a problem and she wasn’t able to fix it. There was a massive turd mashed in her long hind fur.
There is no easy way to get that out. It means a bath. Cats don’t like baths. She yodeled through the whole thing but she was clean and sweet-smelling at the end (pun intended).
Whenever one cat yells, the others all creep around trying see what’s going on. You have to be careful or you will trip on them. There were four cats (one in the laundry sink and three trying to investigate) in a very small laundry room. (This is one of those Keystone Cops moments when you question your sanity.)
I wouldn’t call it a perfect end to a perfect day but I should be good in the cat crisis department for several weeks.
However the beloved husband’s football team lost and I spend another hour on the phone with Dell for my ailing new computer.
Other than all that it was a wonderful Sunday.
Views and Mews by Coffee Kat 
Our fluffy cat has a very sensitive tummy – fluff and a sensitive tummy are not a good combination! The bipeds are very careful about what he has to eat.
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You are so right. This cat is also a very picky eater so it’s hard to get her to eat the foods she should.
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Your cat essays are too much…love the Keystone Cops image because you’re right…they are nosy by nature and protective of their brethren even if under normal circumstances can’t stand one other. Suddenly they’re unionized when one is in peril.
Never heard of a pooper scooter…so funny…well not for the one who has to scrub the rug. And I’ve seen one in action. OOH…and it must hurt a little dragging one’s furry butt along those rough fibers…but cat hygiene is more important, and like my mother, who was certifiable, used to say…you have to suffer to be beautiful…or scooter free in a cat’s case.
Truly funny!!!
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Unionized! That fits them to a tee!
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Couldn’t you just them in T-shirts calling all your friends scabs if they came to visit.
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If only cats could be taught to use toilet tissue instead. Kate, I’m sorry you had such a bad day. I hate when that happens. 😉
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Yes, me too! They think they found the most convenient toilet tissue ever.
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Everything always works out in the end, doesn’t it? I enjoyed this post, not just for your writing, but for the fact that I don’t have cats. 🙂
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I bet you did! A Sunday with no commotion — that would be lovely!
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Pooter Scooter! I have never heard that before and just saying it makes me feel about 11 – ha – funny. Not so funny having to be the one cleaning it up.
Hope today is much better! 🙂 MJ
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I think an 11-year-old made it up but it works!
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Yes, I felt good because it wasn’t my day. 🙂
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🙂
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I have never seen a cat do the scoot! The poor thing really wasn’t feeling well at all! I love my pets and tolerate a lot, but when it comes to a day like you just described, and we’ve had them, I wonder why I put myself through it! I may have thought the same about my kids, but it’s been so long since they were little and helpless that I have forgotten. I hope I was patient!
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I was questioning my sanity in having 4 cats. I never intended to have 4 it just happened. Many, many days are just wonderful with cat hugs and purring. Sunday just wasn’t one of them.
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Sounds like Sunday was a bad day for everyone in your house, Kate. Here’s to better days ahead!
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Morgan our youngest cat had a good day…..
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I can totally relate:)
gmg (owned by three male felines)
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🙂
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I am sorry your quiet Sunday did not quite turn out the way you expected! Unfortunately I have experienced some of the bad cat days with my cats over the years. The worst is smashed poop on a long-haired cat! Oh, well, we love them anyway and they don’t have to clean up after us. May your week go better!
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Other than all three happened the same day, it wasn’t a bad day!
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