My wife saved a New Yorker comic in which is a man says to his cat, "Never, never think outside the box." The cat is standing next to a litter box.
Last night one of our cats thought outside the box--right in my big ficus tree pot. I'd been suspicious for a while, considering about half the time I sit in a chair near the plant, I get whiff of something that smells like wet newspapers and ammonia. I never caught anyone in the act, so I all I had was a suspicion but not enough evidence to charge anyone.
Until last night, when Samson hopped in the pot and let 'er rip. I debated about whether to make a commotion so he'd stop, but I feared he'd jump down and continue peeing...on the carpet. I scolded him when he was through, and he gave that hurt, confused look that said, "Huh? What did I do?"
I found a can of cat repellant spray I used to prevent one of my other cats from clawing the furniture and sprayed the plant pot and surrounding area. Damn. Does this blog make me look fat? Link Me |