A Cat Butt Painting Kind of Day
Now, I’m no expert in veterinary medicine. But apparently cats sometimes have trouble pooping? Just like us, I guess, or at least like those of us who solve the problem by dragging our poopy butts around the floor like someone making a finger-painting that involves neither “fingers” nor “paint.”
Not Pictured: The actual horror of the thing.
Happily, this remains (so far) a “friend of a friend” kind of story for me; it was not my cat’s butt-painting that prompted this story. A friend shared it with me via irate text about an hour after triumphantly tweeting that her kitchen floor was mopped sparkling clean at last.
Oh, sure, they LOOK cute.
I felt for her, of course. No one wants to come back from putting the Scrubbin’ Bubbles in the closet to find a series of new swirls and smears that would do Van Gogh proud decorating the pristine tile. But I couldn’t help but realize, with a pained sort of chuckle, that this has been the kind of week where O Best Beloved and I would curse for a moment or two and then step around the poo as we got back to work.
Yeah. Some deadlines in the Cubbage/Best Beloved household this week. But I’m starting it out with a new standard for being swamped: when the cat butt painting is not the priority problem of the day.
Have you had a catt butt painting kind of day? Or an actual cat butt painting? I’m sorry…
