Skip to main content

Just a Little Cat Pee


My husband and I leave our Song of Solomon marriage class lastnight feeling oh-so-romantic, because that was the topic...and feelin' all warm and fuzzy. I'm thinking: I hope the kids are asleep when we get home (if you know what I mean...).


As we walk in the door, our 4 year old comes out with a big "Mawmaw you're HOME!" Apparently, bumpin' and grindin' isn't on the menu AND THEN...


I look over and our youngest cat is pissing on the counter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WTH?! I know I didn't buy litter at the store yesterday but SERIOUSLY?! ONE DAY LATE in changing the litter?! COME ON!! You see, my husband is very anal about the litter box. He scoops it everyday and changes the litter entirely every week, like clockwork. Well, Walmart was out of the little bags of litter that I normally buy AND with my still-jacked-up shoulder, I can't lift the 40 lb. bags of litter; so, I just didn't buy any...I thought what's the big deal...Brian can get some on like Wednesday or something. Well, apparently it was a big deal.


Earlier in the day my sister and I saw both cats sort of roaming around outside the door to the litter box and wouldn't go in. I thought maybe they had finally lost it. OH NO...it was too dirty for them...too stinky for them. All the sudden I have hoity-toity fancy feast kitties on my hands.


So Brian leaves at 9:45 at night to go buy litter. I take the dome/lid or whatever off and Max jumps in the litter and does the biggest #2 I've ever seen a cat do AND FARTS! I've NEVER even heard a cat fart...apparently, holding it all day makes a cat gassy. Anywho, so he craps and OH MY the smell is awful so I get a fan and put it blowing OUT the window while Emily and I dump the old litter into a garbage bag and I decide to wash the litter box...gross...all the while both cats are still roaming, circling, and pacing around me...and I'm thinking please don't pee again please don't pee again (poop can be picked up but pee? that can stink for weeks, if not, forever) Thankfully, as I am drying off the litter box Brian comes running in, ripping the new litter open and starts dumping it in. Before the litter was even hitting the box, the youngest cat was in there. And Max is like mean-muggin' her through the itty-bitty kitty door the whole time like "hurry the hell up bizzo!"


As soon as both kitties have completely emptied their souls, they retire to their livingroom, curling and rubbing and nestling the carpet and eachother. Then they sit up and stare at me smuggly like bring us some food in a crystal dish on a silver platter. Um...yeah, not hardly.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Granny

The little things, you do to me, are Taking me over, I wanna show ya Everything inside of me is Like a nervous heart, that, is crazy beatin My feet are stuck here, against the pavement I wanna break free, I want you to make it Closer to your eyes, get your attention Before you pass me by Back up, back up Take another chance Don’t you mess up, mess up I don’t wanna lose you Wake up, wake up This aint just a thing that you Give up, give up Don’t you say that I’d be Better off, better off Sittin by myself and wonderin If I'm better off, better off, without you, no Please don't leave me hanging on... And every time you notice me Holdin it closely and sayin sweet things I don't believe it, that it could be You speakin your mind and sayin the real things My feet wanna break free, and I should be leavin I'm not gonna stand here, watchin you losin But I won't forget you So don't make me think this Was just a waste of time So back up, back up Take another chance Don’t y...
1 comment
Read more

Battle of the Will

So I got to spend another day fighting tooth and nail for the power with my 4 year old, Will. It's like he just thinks he can do whatever, whenever he wants. I'll just call his name, and I know he can hear me, and he just doesn't answer me. I seriously have to get loud for him to acknowledge me. And then he says things back to me like "it's not nice to yell mawmaw" or "I'm not your friend anymore." What the hell do I say to that?! Usually I say something sarcastic like "big shocker" but how is that helpful?? Its not and I know it but its hard trying to teach him a lesson while I'm exhausted and brain dead. Especially after going at it with him day in and day out, and my husband hasn't been home a lot with his new job...so its just me. Even when I ask him who the boss is...he says me but then that doesn't mean anything to him, apparently. And he is obsessed with Playstation right now. He can literally play it for hours and ...
Post a Comment
Read more

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

This Christmas season started for me in like September. That was the first time I saw a store putting up their ornaments to sell and I thought "Geeesch, it's not even October!" But I did find Em's ornament that day, at that store and it's perfect. Anywho, when the "real" Christmas season rolled around I was bombarded by texts from women talking about "christmas decorations is gonna cause us to get divorced" and "I hate how he puts the lights up outside" or "I hope he doesn't expect me to wrap all these presents" or "he wants to just buy everyone a snuggie." I laughed a lot at these texts because Brian does leave the shopping to me (thank God) and actually will pretty much do anything I ask him to do (and he's quite the little wrapping perfectionist I might add). But the decoration fights/arguments, I finally understood...I couldn't recall doing it in the past but for some reason, we did this year. Anywh...
2 comments
Read more