From Facebook archives
This
evening I was up in the loft getting some almost dry socks from the clothes
horse to put on the radiator in the hall when there was a hammering on the
front door.
Thunderthighs and I went
down as it was
Miss Doozer next-door whose cats he'd been feeding over the
weekend.
I tossed the socks on the
little half-landing at the foot of the stairs so my hands would be free to open
the door.
Miss Doozer handed Thunderthighs
a fiver,
thanks were said, she went home to have a
hot bath, he went back upstairs and I picked up the socks.
They were warm and wet.
In those few moments, unseen and right under our noses, Matilda had snuk in and pissed on them.
Less than a yard from the litter tray in the downstairs loo (and, yes, the door was open).
Socks now back in the washer.
Cat in the doghouse.
FifiD
You should
blog for money!!! X
Henlady Yes indeed. It is so much fun when it is not my cats
peeing! At the moment I have three house
cats and two semi-ferals - although so far the cat I took in three weeks ago has
been very clean, but he is a full Tom - so my dining room is fragrant until he
is well enough to be neutered.
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