I sorted laundry in to two piles on my floor. Neatly.
I just reached down and grabbed a big armful to take downstairs to our laundry area.
Cat poop in my laundry. Cat poop. CAT POOP.
Lots of it.
I am going to move to a new house and buy a new wardrobe.
Cat poop.
2 comments:
eeeeewwwwwww! I once went to get a clean shirt (this is back at my parents' house) and it was covered in cat pee. This is one reason I don't think I will ever have another cat.
i have a story... about Auntie Lola. She and Uncle Nuni went on a VERY long European Vacation. I stayed a few nights at their house, checked up stairs a few times... and then stopped checking upstairs. (old house, dormer attic / bedroom is upstairs.)
Um, the day before they came back, I went upstairs. The cats had TRASHED the place. Poop and pee everywhere. On everything. on the bed. on the pillows (including Lola's orthopedic pillow). On the clothes, EVERYWHERE. I cleaned it as best I could. Ran a couple of loads of laundary, took the down comforter to the dry cleaner (which, remakably, came back stain free). i still shudder when I think of it.
And they thought it was gross when they got back and saw the cleaned up version.
maybe i shouldn't share so much. about someone else's cat issues.
ewwww.
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