Less than an hour ago, I woke up to Grayson nuzzing me. Purring, kneeading, drooling – and a smile spread across my face in the dark. We brought the new kitten home Saturday night and said LP has put the kibash on our lolling about every morning, the routine where he wakes me with purring and I thank him with superdupersnuggletime has been suspended.
The purring and cuddling is a huge bonus for both Grayson and I, and brought to your in part by the letter K and the number 8, but mostly because The Mc got up with CrapStain Jr.
I bellow “thank you!” to Sweetie McSweeterson who is in the living room with (Higgins? Ronan? Chip? Biscuit? Cricket? Einstien?) the new kitten, and has been since 4am. The last three days I’ve been on call – and Grayson has shown his displeasure at not having our “us” time.
Ahhh…a flashback to normalcy.
I shuffle out to sit with the PFL and Grayson trailing a step behind, hippy hoppy happy. The Mc is on the couch trying to eat his breakfast with a kitten in his lap, and he looks up at me with something in his eyes I’ve never seen before.
“We had an R. Kelly moment.” He says, looking horrified.
My brain blinks.
“He peed on you?” I’m excited in a twisted parent way, I mean human babies are known to let fly when having their diapers changed…right? At least one incident per child? I figured The Mc was being christened, but the logistics are all wrong. What was The Mc doing in the litter box?
“No…” he says, and I tilt my head like the RCA dog. I’ve been out of bed 3.3 minutes and I’m really confused.
“You peed on him?!”
He nods, shame and embarrassment seeping out of his pores. “I was going and he just jumped up and in.”
I snicker a little but it’s way too early for the laugh this deserves. “Wait. He jumped in the toilet? Not through your stream like a sprinkler?”
“Yeah. You might want to give him a bath if you have a chance today…”
Yeah. I’ll get right on that. Right after I blog about it and compound your embarrassment/upset.
Kitten has been here four days and this will be his second bath. The first? From a foot encrusted in poo and litter that resembled an almond roca.
Craptastic.
17 Sep 08
8:31 am
Isn’t that called marking your territory!?
17 Sep 08
11:33 am
Oh. My. God. I just laughed so hard my editor turned around to ask what I was laughing at… and I couldn’t stop laughing long enough to answer. I had tears rolling down my face. I read it to him–once I was composed–and now the whole hall of avids is laughing. Thanks for making my morning.
17 Sep 08
1:48 pm
I’m glad I’m not the only cat owner who has had to deal with the Almond Roca.
You’re on your own w/ R. Kelly though.
17 Sep 08
5:12 pm
That is too funny…and I really needed a good laugh! Thank you.
18 Sep 08
9:22 am
awesome.
18 Sep 08
7:15 pm
Thanks for the laugh!!