GODDAMNIT! I know this is because I was looking at pictures of shit! I jumped in for a quick shower while Chance was distracted by Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, with the door open as usual so he can wander in and out as needed. And what does he stroll in with? A fucking cat turd! A FRESH cat turd! In his hands! So of course I’m freaking out (but trying not to scream so I don’t freak him out)… well first I had to lean in REAL CLOSE to see it because I don’t have my glasses on in the shower… AND he’s making those "umm" sounds like when he’s EATING so I was thinking it was a piece of muffin or something… so I grab it, throw it into the toilet, grab him and start washing his hands with antibacterial soap, all the while trying to smell his breath in case he put it in his mouth! Can you feel the multiple layers of freakout here?! In the meantime, I don’t even know where he got it as the catbox is still safely behind a baby gate so I start running around the house (while toweling myself off) trying to find a pile of steaming cat poop.
I couldn’t find a damn thing. It must have been a dingleberry that broke free from the cat’s butt.
Usually for the 15 minutes I’m in the shower I’m just freaking out that Chance will fall or hurt himself.
Eww, I still feel ill.
yuk, yuk, yuk, doublety-yuk, I’m feeling ill just reading it.
Just the other week I was pondering whether my aversion to pets (both of the dog and cat variety) might by unfair to MsMiss … I know I can’t do a dog … but that maybe I could handle having a cat hanging around. Thank you for removing any remaining doubt … at least until MsMiss is at least old enough to know better … like, 12.
I also go into panic mode when I need to see something but don’t have access to my glasses. I’m sorry, but I had to laugh at the mental image of you dripping wet and Chance with a turd in his hands. It is funny, you know.
EWWW!!! Did you ever find any more anywhere? Ugh!
Well they say (… and don’t ask me who THEY are!) that as you keep thinking about it, it will come to you.
I can just see Chance with his little tootsie roll. “It’s yummy, mom. Try it.”
LOL!
No, I never found anything else on the floor or anywhere!
Oh god, did you have to call it a tootsie roll?
Ah. Been there.
My son was taking a bath last night and playing with his boats. He farted and told me about it. My response was, just tell me if you you need to poo-poo and will go to teh potty. Sure. i leave bathroom for a wine refill and hear him asking for me while mentioning the word poo-poo. i step into teh bathroom and find a HUGE turd in there. I swear it was 10 inches long.
It was so cute I wasn’t angry. Thank God it was me and not wife who discovered it. She has severe poop trauma and would have been flapping like a salmon.
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