Christmas With My Cat
- posted by Computer Support @ 8:56 AM | Permanent Link

For some strange reason, I decided to take my cat with me to my family's house for the holidays. I dunno... I felt bad about him sitting in an empty house for a week. That was my first mistake.

It's a two hour drive to my family's house, and Norman Meowsers was as peaceful as could be. He didn't sleep, but he just curled up in the corner of his little travel cage and rode quietly. I was so in love with my cat after that... felt paternal pride towards him.

Then...

On the ride back home, it was a different story. About 30 minutes into the trip, while riding on I-285, he took a shit. This was no average shit... this was rotten guts. It was bad, but Norman simply scraped it to the side, cried for a minute, and rode another 30 minutes in peace. Once again... paternal pride.

Then...

After about 30 minutes of sitting near his shit, he got pissed. So what did he do? He pissed! He put his front claws up on the cage, and pissed so that it sprayed me and the entire windshield. Ugghhh! Then, he started crying and moaning and yelling for the remaining 45 minutes of the trip. So at this point, I have cat piss on me and have been smelling cat shit for the past hour.

Then...

We got home. Since it was so dark (all this happened at night), I couldn't tell how bad the mess was. When he ran in the house, I saw that he was covered in shit and piss. So I chased him all over the house to get him outside. Everywhere he stepped smelled like shit and piss...

So...

I was up late last night smelling like shit and piss, cleaning shit and piss, and cursing like shit and piss.

How was everyone else's holidays?