Good way to start your morning
Wake up. Go to the bathroom. Oh no!
Clean up the pile of poop left as a present on a shag rug. Dump it all in the toilet, to find that the toilet is clogged.
Didn’t overflow. Had an emergency trip to the grocery store. Grocery store clerk and bagger both go, oh no! You’re not having a good day, are you?
On the way to the grocery store, I get in my car and bang my head, hard, because the shoes I’m wearing are too tall. Got a headache, a pile of crap and clogged toilet so far.
I also suspect that someone had left nuggets in my closet, but after investigating, decided they hadn’t. Closed the closet door.
Heather had an overnight bag crapped in the other night. The day before that, someone had crapped in the cat toy box. Now who would crap on their own toys?
I kept fingering different suspects, but I think I’ve come up with Stinky. There were bits of fuzz in the rug where it looked like someone had tried to paw over their poop. (She’s the only one with front claws.) How very conscientious of her.
I don’t know what I’m going to do.
I don’t think it’s behavioral; although she has to share her space with another human, she really likes that other human.
The other possible suspects are: she’s afraid of the litterbox now for some reason, brought on by some internal troubles or because the litterbox physically scared her. But I put her in the litterbox this morning, along with the other cats. She was more annoyed by me putting her in the box than anything. Merlin, on the other hand, jumped onto me and wouldn’t let go, and scratched me when I put him back down. On the other hand, I know he’s not afraid of the box itself, but rather me forcing him into the litterbox.
Stinky is 14 years old, and it could easily be something wrong with her.
I’m comtemplating stepping up the food yet a couple more expensive notches, but I’m not sure that’ll do it either.
I guess I could take her to the vet, but the vet honestly isn’t going to know what to do either, and will probably charge me $50 to tell me that.
If I didn’t have to work, I’d seriously contemplate going back to bed and not getting up for the rest of the day.
I might just do that until I have to go to work.
I’m going to bet it’s Stinky. Because that just makes sense with the name. And, yes, it sounds like you are just having one of those days. Hopefully work will go better tonight than your day has gone.
(And we were just talking about me possibly getting a cat. Hmmm. I’m not much for nuggets left around my place.)
Bah! She’s old. I’ll blame it on that. Cats generally don’t do that, if you keep their litter clean and don’t upset them in some way. So you can still get a cat. A kitten, even.
Mel is right; it’s extraordinarily rare for a cat to crap where it isn’t supposed to. Peeing, now that can be a different story. I’ve never heard of a cat crapping outside its litter, though.
Once in a great while we’ll find a little Bruce turd on the floor, but I don’t think these gifts are intentional. Rather, I think he’s in a hurry to leave the box and jumps out before he’s done (or he gets one that sticks to him).
Anyway, sorry for your crappy (in more ways than one) day
Flashback: Reminded about a thread lurking somewhere on Sod’s Brood about baby defecation of some sort, or maybe I’m hallucinating. Difficulty tracking that post down for folks’ associative reading. I’m fascinated by conversations about excrements, since I’m not brave enough to start them.
There are steps being taken to eliminate poopable surfaces now. … But my most-dimwitted cat probably can find other places. Or just plain old carpet. Didn’t want that pet deposit back anyway.
Bah. Who needs a deposit back, anyway?
Just threw the bag out today, the bag that was used more than once for catly purposes. Yep. Hoping most of the funk is out of the swimsuit and towel that were in there. And people wonder why the most I can handle is fish…
Good news, though, is it seems the shag rug is salvageable. But it’s been a few days, so both of us are paranoidly jumpy about finding the next pile. Mmmm.
I’ve found the phantom pooper, caught in the act, and it wasn’t who I thought it was. And lets just say the shag rug is going in the trash this time. After finishing up my morning blog ritual, I will be going out to buy new cat food and perhaps a temporary litter box for the phantom pooper to get him readjusted to pooping (and presumably peeing) where he’s supposed to.