There is nothing better than dosing off to sleep listening to the rain pitter patter against the window and the thunder rumbling in the distance. It makes for a restful night. There is nothing worse than waking up from this coveted type of sleep. Except waking up by the smell of cat poop.
It was 3:22am… or at least that’s when my Fitbit said I woke up. I laid there trying to lull myself back to sleep, but I could smell a faint odor in the air. As my body came out of a peaceful, sleepy grog, the scent became all too familiar. Rosie had pooped. In fact, just to spite me, she sometimes poops right outside the cat pan if her “toilet” is not to her standards. I get it. I wouldn’t want to use an unflushed toilet either.
So, I threw back my blanket and went over to investigate the situation. I flip the light on and low and behold Rosie dropped load on the mat outside the cat pan. Well, at least I could just pick up the mat and dump the turds where they belong. No harm, no foul.
That’s when it happened.
I stepped to get closer to the mat and right my foot landed in a puddle… of cat pee!!!
You’ve got to be kidding me!
I was definitely wide awake at that point and thoroughly grossed out. For those of you who have never smelled cat pee before, count your blessings. It has to be one of the most heinous odors know to mankind.
So, there was I was, 3:25 in the morning, cleaning up cat turds and pee. Because i was up, Rosie thought it was time to eat. She quickly gorged herself with the remaining food in her bowl in hopes to get a refill. Her expectations of me are way too high.
You can probably guess what happened next.
As soon as I get done cleaning up the “gifts” she left… I hear it. It’s the sound that will wake up any pet owner out of a dead sleep. I run into my bedroom and there was Rosie, sitting on top of my dresser… heaving and throwing up!
What did I do to deserve this?! I was mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted. So, I did what any sane person would do. I sighed and just watched it happen. Then I watched my other cat try to clean it up, if you know what I mean. Don’t worry… I pushed her out of the way before I had another mess to clean up.
So, yeah, I spent the wee hours of the morning cleaning up cat poop, pee, and puke. As I’m writing this, it’s about 6:30 in the morning and I’m on my second cup of coffee… soon to be my third.
Anyways, I went back to bed and rolled over on my side. Wide awake. The little turd must have known what she did was wrong. She crawled up on the bed, tried to snuggle with me, nestled my face, and purred as loud as she could. I was determined not to cave into her manipulative behavior to coax me into forgiveness. The little pooping rat.
I totally caved.
Apparently I love the crap (and everything else) out of that cat.