so here's the deal.
my lovely kitties love to sit wherever they please, and we, the humble human servants of everything feline, allow them. one of their favorite seats: the kitchen table. gross? maybe. but really, for us, it's no big deal. it's no, big, deal.. (sing it, katy perry: "It's No. Big. Deal. !!!) haha,ok,nevermind..
so i'm leaning over the table here this morning to check something on my computer...
...and all of a sudden i smell something REEEEEEEEEaallly BAAAAAD. as in, uh-oh-time-to-clean-out-the-kitty-litter-box BAD. so i dash to the other room, and to my horrified dismay and fear of what's coming next, i notice something awful: the litter box is clean. unsoiled. no treats. i'm afraid to answer the following question: then WHY did i smell such a strong smell of poop? i tiptoe back to the kitchen, and YUCK!!!! there on the souvenier placemat i'd gotten in puerto rico was a warm.
brown.
um, fragrant?
NUGGET!!!
gross! puke! yuck! get the disinfectant!!!!
so of course i become the biggest germophobe in the world, scrubbing that thing with lysol, but a lingering, disturbing thought festers in my brain: how can i ever eat off this thing again, knowing that my cat, you-know, "soiled" it????
so i do what any clever cunning mother would do, i clean up ALL the placemats, spin them around, mix them up on the table, and VOILA!! Now NO ONE will ever know which one of these placemats had kitty-do on it. sound fair? ha! and i'll be sure to tell everyone who sits at this table, that there's a 25% chance that you are eating off a placemat that was once pooped on.
yep. kitty poop roulette.
and if you're offended by all the poop humor i share from time to time, i'm sorry. (or not)
that's just how we do, do, do-do-do-do... (get it??? doo-doo??) ha!
lunch time!!!!!
