I intended to enthrall ya'll with tales of our travels today but Callie jumped up on the table for her breakfast and assaulted me with a stinky ass. Literally.
As she purred around me I noticed a patch of something on her back near the base of her tail. I grabbed a wet paper towel to investigate.
Poop? I thought cats were supposed to be clean?
I tried cleaning her up with the paper towel but there was too much of it. The last time I gave a cat a bath I was accosted with teeth and claws. And that was when Kiki was a kitten.
I grabbed Callie and a towel and headed over to the kitchen sink and did the best I could with her. I concentrated on her squirming back end mostly.
I didn't get bit or clawed and she shot out into the garage to finish detailing herself.
"Yeah! It's not me this time!"
There's still some residual funkiness in the air though.
"What's that I smell?"
Now I've got the "Smelly Cat" song in my head.
Smelly cat, Smelly Cat,
What are they feeding you?
Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat,
It's not your fault!
Yes it is!
It is your fault!
Stop rolling in shit you freakin cat!