STUCK ON YOU
Something keeps happening to me in the cat tray. It's a new one you see and I can't seem to get my feet out of the way when I pee and I keep peeing on my back paws. I normally angle one back paw half way up the tray and the other is left in the cat grit, but the cat grit just isn't soaking it all up quick enough with the angle change and I get clumps stuck to my feet and come out wearing a solid grey boot or two. I then have to shake it off or run like crazy to get rid of it. Well, yesterday in dispute of the new tray, I ran straight to the Parentals bed and rid my self of the bootie by wiping it on their Egyptian cotton sheets. As I posted on FaceBook yesterday "I am not proud of the fact that I peed on my feet. I am proud that I took the wet clumps and rubbed them off on the cream Egyptian cotton sheets. I am not proud that I had my feet washed in the sink... but I am proud that I sat on Mommas pillow to dry them off!" So there you have it in a nut shell! Now this takes me back a year or so when something similar happened to Faith!
She was a baby, about 18weeks old, new to cat grit having come from a wood chip home. She did the fatal thing of stepping back after she had no.2'd ::shakes head:: and promptly came to tell Momma that she, indeed, had a pooey foot and produced it for Momma to examine. "Only one thing for that Faith" she said "a quick soapy foot wash in the sink". Being Faith's first soapy foot wash, it didn't go terribly well and all four feet, some of her tail and lots of her body also got wet! Momma went back to the accounts.... then she heard this horrific screaming and yelling from Faith. Momma jumped up and found dear little Faith with four cat grit thigh length boots on, wailing away at the top of the stairs, she had needed a peepee and re-entered the tray with her wet legs. Well, Faith was giving it some racket whilst Momma stood there laughing so hard at this tiny kitten stamping and screaming, that she could barely breath. All of which ensued with another slippery bath in the sink. Ever since that day, Faith has always been a lot more careful! I on the other hand am delighting in the fact that I am causing all sorts of trouble and will continue to pee on my feet to get attention!
KS =^..^=
Something keeps happening to me in the cat tray. It's a new one you see and I can't seem to get my feet out of the way when I pee and I keep peeing on my back paws. I normally angle one back paw half way up the tray and the other is left in the cat grit, but the cat grit just isn't soaking it all up quick enough with the angle change and I get clumps stuck to my feet and come out wearing a solid grey boot or two. I then have to shake it off or run like crazy to get rid of it. Well, yesterday in dispute of the new tray, I ran straight to the Parentals bed and rid my self of the bootie by wiping it on their Egyptian cotton sheets. As I posted on FaceBook yesterday "I am not proud of the fact that I peed on my feet. I am proud that I took the wet clumps and rubbed them off on the cream Egyptian cotton sheets. I am not proud that I had my feet washed in the sink... but I am proud that I sat on Mommas pillow to dry them off!" So there you have it in a nut shell! Now this takes me back a year or so when something similar happened to Faith!
She was a baby, about 18weeks old, new to cat grit having come from a wood chip home. She did the fatal thing of stepping back after she had no.2'd ::shakes head:: and promptly came to tell Momma that she, indeed, had a pooey foot and produced it for Momma to examine. "Only one thing for that Faith" she said "a quick soapy foot wash in the sink". Being Faith's first soapy foot wash, it didn't go terribly well and all four feet, some of her tail and lots of her body also got wet! Momma went back to the accounts.... then she heard this horrific screaming and yelling from Faith. Momma jumped up and found dear little Faith with four cat grit thigh length boots on, wailing away at the top of the stairs, she had needed a peepee and re-entered the tray with her wet legs. Well, Faith was giving it some racket whilst Momma stood there laughing so hard at this tiny kitten stamping and screaming, that she could barely breath. All of which ensued with another slippery bath in the sink. Ever since that day, Faith has always been a lot more careful! I on the other hand am delighting in the fact that I am causing all sorts of trouble and will continue to pee on my feet to get attention!
KS =^..^=
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