When I left the bedroom this morning, I didn’t realize that I locked Zoe in. I discovered it just now when I went in to take a shower (I’m running a little behind today, so sue me) and found that Zoe crapped on my bed. Except I didn’t find it. I smelled it and first checked the bathtub, because that’s where she usually goes when she can’t get out of the bedroom, and then the shower. I couldn’t find it anywhere.
And then I heard Murphy eating something.
Yeah, you guessed it: The cat crap on my bed. Awesome. So now I have to shower in a bedroom suite that smells like poo. And did I mention the fact that thanks to Murphy’s slobbering and spreading the poo around there is now a GIANT poo stain in my down comforter as well as the duvet cover?
I love my pets, truly I do, but sometimes I want to give them to the traveling circus.
this happened to me to its really disgusting and disturbing