So I come home from a lovely night at Phil & Vicki's with Mat and Amanda (note: Christopher is no longer a baby, he is officially a small boy at 24 weeks! Still very cute I hasten to add), and I find crap on my sofa!
I was happily going about my ways, filling the water filter, when I turned back into the lounge to find the offending article on the sofa. I, of course, have to double-take, at least twice, before my brain confirms that it is actually cat shit on my chair (yes it smells too!). I freeze. There is something (so obviously a cat but my brain is running wild) in my house. I have a quick look around downstairs, find nothing but am too scared to go upstairs
in case I find that it has ruined my house (by crapping everywhere & shredding the curtains), died in my bed through malnutrition (
although it has only been 12 hrs since I left the house) or is just going to appear from no-where and make me jump. I call Manda, her and Mat come back to save me.
They confirm it is poo on my sofa, but can't
guarantee that it's a cat's - if it's not, I have a poorly person in my house that needs to drink more water and eat more veg. We send Mat upstairs first. He finds nothing, then Manda follows - I just stand downstairs with the front door wide open (useless). Amanda finds a spider in the bathroom, but we doubt that could crap so well. I venture upstairs and re-check under the beds, nothing. Inspector
Senjack finds cat hair on the outer edges of the fan-light window that her and Mat have previously mocked me for leaving open. Bloody good job I do - my house could have been destroyed!
I have paw prints on my car (thankfully no dents).
I blame my dad. He has a habit of walking in and leaving the front door wide open, when we all know full well that the neighbourhood cats love to explore through an open door - we learnt that the day I moved in!
Cat crap makes me gag.
I get into bed, fearing that the cheeky beast is hiding out in my house still. After all, he may have come in via the fan-light window.....
