Cat. Cherry blossoms.
May. 12th, 2006 02:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alikiGot home yesterday. And there was shit everywhere.
Picture a crime scene where somebody got stabbed and they end up staggering everywhere through the house, leaving little dark red droplets of blood. On the stairs, on the sofa, on the carpet, on the blankets, in the kitchen, in the dining room. That's what I saw. Except, instead of little red droplets of blood, it was dark brown clay-like droplets of poo.
Either Rufus, our 18-year old cat, ate something bad and is having serious diarrhea (he has chronic constipation and has seen the vet for the past 2 years), or he's lost bowel movement control. I left a tragically funny message on Brian's cellphone. Imagine my voice, speaking in slow motion, with complete horror as I enter the house and call him: "Umm.. Brian.. I just got home... and.. and, there's poop.. Everywhere. It's in the living room, on the sofa.... oh, God, it's in the dining room... and.... and the kitchen..." Brian put it on speaker phone when he got home. It was pretty funny in hindsight. It's like I was a CSI investigator narrating into a voice recorder the gory details of the crime scene.
I narrate the entire thing as I walk from room to room, following this trail of brown dots till I find the cat, oblivious that he's trailing poop throughout the house, and happy to see me. He's fur is matted with poop, his butt, his tail, his legs, it's just disgusting.
In more happy news, here are some photos of the cherry blossoms in Newark, NJ from three weeks ago.
Picture a crime scene where somebody got stabbed and they end up staggering everywhere through the house, leaving little dark red droplets of blood. On the stairs, on the sofa, on the carpet, on the blankets, in the kitchen, in the dining room. That's what I saw. Except, instead of little red droplets of blood, it was dark brown clay-like droplets of poo.
Either Rufus, our 18-year old cat, ate something bad and is having serious diarrhea (he has chronic constipation and has seen the vet for the past 2 years), or he's lost bowel movement control. I left a tragically funny message on Brian's cellphone. Imagine my voice, speaking in slow motion, with complete horror as I enter the house and call him: "Umm.. Brian.. I just got home... and.. and, there's poop.. Everywhere. It's in the living room, on the sofa.... oh, God, it's in the dining room... and.... and the kitchen..." Brian put it on speaker phone when he got home. It was pretty funny in hindsight. It's like I was a CSI investigator narrating into a voice recorder the gory details of the crime scene.
I narrate the entire thing as I walk from room to room, following this trail of brown dots till I find the cat, oblivious that he's trailing poop throughout the house, and happy to see me. He's fur is matted with poop, his butt, his tail, his legs, it's just disgusting.
In more happy news, here are some photos of the cherry blossoms in Newark, NJ from three weeks ago.
