Originally Posted by Hitch
Warning, not a rant...more a vexed puzzlement.
So, lots of you guys have pets, and I know that my fellow furpeople families will appreciate this one (particularly Pooh, who I know has gone through this himself):
Usual morning, for a Sunday. Sleep in a bit, awakened mostly by furpeoples (our Furfamily consists of two Maine Coon cats; both neutered/spayed, a male and a female) who think that sleeping even a moment pas a nice cool dawn is a criminal offense.
Typical morning; around 11, we gather up the female, who's overdue for her trip to Truvy's Beauty Salon, for nail trimming. She willingly shows up; we trim her fronts, and the male wants his 5 seconds in the attention zone, too, so we do his rears (as he has this hair-brained thing where he'll cut his chin, scratching himself. He gets his fronts done lying around on the sofa, 'cuz he doesn't mind having his nails trimmed, being clipped, etc.). Both furballs sit in Mr. H's lap while I do this, so I'm clearly seeing their underneaths, feet, etc. (Bear with me, there's a reason for this recitation).
Not 10 minutes later, I'm playing with them, because that's their post-grooming reward, dragging string and ribbons around, etc. and in the bedroom, I see a big old smear of poo, on the sheets. I know that it wasn't there when I arose, but its there now. This is a highly unusual occurrence, here; ever since we got Miss Storm's IBS handled with her new food, we haven't had any issues around the Poo Zone.
Strip the bed, throw stuff in the washer, etc.
But here's the Mystery: I check both cats, and there's NOTHING. Nothing on their feet. Nothing on their bums. Nothing anyplace.
I can't find a spot of smear on the carpet, near the bed. Nothing on the floors, between the box and the bedroom, thinking that maybe, it wasn't a Klingon; (as it's just a smear); maybe someone's paw got smeared in the box. But there's NOTHING. No smears. Nothing in the box, nothing near the box. Nothing anyplace.
I'm still boggled. I mean, from whence cometh the Poop smear? The Magical Mystery Tour? How the Hell did it get there? Did Dr. Who arrive, open the door of the Tardis, let my cats out for a Klingon drop and go--or, rather, smear and go?
For the life of me, I can't figure it. It's as though a cat was transported by the Enterprise to the bed, smeared, and was promptly beamed up--and cleaned. Any minute now, I'm going to start giving side-eye to Mr. H.
Bizarre. Absolutely Bizarre.
Hitch
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