As the owner (ownee) of 5 cats, it's safe to say that most days are cat involved. Today, however, has really taken the biscuit.
* I spent the day sorting through things. Cuboards, boxes etc etc in an attempt at decluttering, with everything going to the local cat rescue for fund raising. My cats have been the inquisitive "helpers" that you can imagine.
* I had to leave this task imcomplete however, when I was summonsed to my friend's house to, erm, help her wash her cat's bum. No, no, it's not what it sounds, she (the cat, not my friend) is old, fat and can't reach her bum.
[I interupt this tale to state: she's under the vet, she eats a special diet food and very little of it, but she's old and has arthritis, and she doesn't exercise much. She's not overfed but she is loved, has steps to every piece of furniture she could possibly want to sit on and is not suffering. She has problems with her organs that impact on her weight, but the vets are happy that she is happy and is being cared for appropriately.]
Cat is currently having trouble pooping, so needed a vet visit, but trouble pooping had left her bum... soiled. I had to go round and bathe her...area. This was accomplished.
* Then (after going to the vets with my friend for moral support just in case of bad news - there wasn't) I went to Mum's to feed her cat.
I walked in to find chaos - Dad's photo on the floor, jars and pictures knocked over and out of place - and a strong smell of cat pee. Assuming there'd been some sort of cat visitation I set about straghtening things up, I washed down the wall in the hall to try and eliminate the smell and I febreezed the boundaries. I fed cat and we sat and fussed. Neighbour (who feeds cat in the morning) knocked to say he believed Tommy had been shut in the front room overnight. (Nice that, having noticed this he ddn't see fit to pick anything up.)
So I assumed this is why the uproar - I set about wiping down visible surfaces in the front room, then sit down with the cat for a cuddle, I phone my Mum and we talk, I read the paper.
About an hour later the 'kitten' comes in. He is not a kitten but he comes in every night, eats Tommy's biscuits, they have a little play and then he goes away. He came, he ate, they played, he went.
I packed up to go. Before I went I decided to have one more wipe over/febreeze. I shut Tommy out of the room and set to with a vengeance.
As I moved the final chair, there was an explosion of cat. Yowly, incredibly agile cat. Bouncing off the walls cat. Remember where I said I shut Tommy out - this means I shut explodacat in. Have you seen a cat do the wall of death? This one finally came to a halt hanging upside down from the pelmet, where I was able to grab him. I would have checked for a collar and well being, but having trashed the house he started on me and all I could do was get him to the door and release.
This was the aftermath:
Note the remains of the pelmet, the broken pot plants and spilled soil. Imagine this across the entire room.
I eventually got home at 10pm.
Remind me why I'm a "cat person".