The Crime of the Cat Food

Was it Hana?

Or, was it Akua. 

We had a little incident a couple weeks ago. Well, two incidents really. And then, finally, enlightenment. I've covered this topic before. So, after dragging my blogging audience through the mud with Funny Felines and The Colon of the Crows, do I dare ruffle more whiskers with another brown post? I guess so.

I'll start in the middle of the story. My husband retrieved his athletic bag from the basement and pulled out one of his inline skates to check out the status of its spin. That's when he noticed a smudge. A stinky smudge. A stinky smudge of poop on the skate. What in the world?

We proceeded to head to the lake for a roll and a walk. He rolls while I walk. As soon as we get there, my husband takes out his roller-athletic bag from the car, removes his shoes and attempts to put on his skates. Holy S$#&! There's a coil of poop inside the bag. And more smudges and smears. Gah! All I know is that it wasn't me. The writer.

Well, we laughed. Or, at least I laughed. And we just couldn't imagine why one of our beloved fur babies would leave us this... gift. My old cat baby left me a piece of poop in my kleenex box once. And of course there was the sink incident I mentioned in Funny Felines, but this was even weirder.

It just so happens that Akua wasn't eating all of his food at the same time as skate gate. We weren't sure if he was having tummy problems or was just sick of his dried up old pellets. So, of course, the first thing we did was rush out to buy an even more expensive bag of cat food. The priciest yet. Forty-five buckaroos. I told my husband, "My parents would turn over in their grave if they knew we just spent approximately 5 dollars a pound on cat food." Good grief!

Well, also at the same time, we had a little incident in the basement. The washer hose sprayed water all over the carpet. My husband put a fan underneath the carpet to dry it out. We left it on overnight and well into the next day. Then, our cat sized brains finally figured out the whole stinky mess. There was a fan monster blocking the way to the litter box! Akua wasn't being finicky. And he wasn't having tummy troubles either. He had to go number 2. Really bad. And there was a fan monster in-between him and the bathroom. Poor Akua. I guess the athletic bag was the only thing open and available. Hana seems to have traipsed the monster fan minefield without incident. She's one easy going kitty.

Poor us ($45 dollar cat food)

Poor Akua

So, just how many random poop incidents have there been? 5. For Random 5 Friday

1) Kleenex box gate. I figure baby was jumping from the headboard to the mantel of the fireplace, over an innocent box of Kleenex. If you're a cat owner, you know how they race if they have something sticky stuck back there. They don't have the luxury of T.P.

2) The corner of the studio by the window gate. (unsolved)

3) Bathtub gate (I think both cats were locked in there because we had men going in and out of the house)

4) Bathroom sink gate (Hana locked herself in there)

5) Roller bag gate

Hopefully that's...

The End!