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I thought this forum could use some humor, so this is what I had to deal with early this morning.
Basically, the day started out as a war between my manx, Oscar, and myself...
Score: Oscar-5 Me-1
It all started at approximately 6:30am, when my husband got up for work. Apparently, Oscar jumped over the gate blocking him from the kitchen and 1. ate one of those bags that are packaged along with raw meats. This caused him to 2. puke all over my favorite pair of shoes. Immediately upon doing this, he then 3. got a turd stuck up his butt. Since Jason was off to work, it was my job to clean him up. Now, I would just like to point out that Oscar is an enormous, muscular cat whom like most cats, hates water. He has the head of a cantaloupe and knows how to fight. So, we had ourselves a war in the bathtub. Finally, when I was just about to finish up his bath 4. 'CHOMP'. The bastard bit my forearm as hard as possible, leaving one hell of a deep puncture in my arm. It will not stop oozing. At this point, I was ready to go back to bed, but couldn't due to my arm. So, I get up just to find out that 5. Oscar pissed next to the bed.
Well, at least the furball smells like strawberries...
Basically, the day started out as a war between my manx, Oscar, and myself...
Score: Oscar-5 Me-1
It all started at approximately 6:30am, when my husband got up for work. Apparently, Oscar jumped over the gate blocking him from the kitchen and 1. ate one of those bags that are packaged along with raw meats. This caused him to 2. puke all over my favorite pair of shoes. Immediately upon doing this, he then 3. got a turd stuck up his butt. Since Jason was off to work, it was my job to clean him up. Now, I would just like to point out that Oscar is an enormous, muscular cat whom like most cats, hates water. He has the head of a cantaloupe and knows how to fight. So, we had ourselves a war in the bathtub. Finally, when I was just about to finish up his bath 4. 'CHOMP'. The bastard bit my forearm as hard as possible, leaving one hell of a deep puncture in my arm. It will not stop oozing. At this point, I was ready to go back to bed, but couldn't due to my arm. So, I get up just to find out that 5. Oscar pissed next to the bed.
Well, at least the furball smells like strawberries...
I should have worn a leather jacket like I normally do.
Guess who got another turd stuck up his rear? Jason can bathe him this time. I am SO not getting bitten again.
BTW- The wound is healing nicely.
Your cat sounds like a real hassle. How did you ever end up with him?
Maybe his diet needs more bulk...like whole beef cattle or something?
Cats rule. Pepper... those cats you called must not like you. Mine come every time I call them by name. Mind you... they also come when I call out other cats names as well... They also follow me around everywhere... hmmmm...