Home & Cat Shit

Coming home was not quite as pleasant as we’d hoped.

We had a friend agree to come over and feed the cats while we were out, but unfortunately, my retarded cat, Zero, had something of a psychotic breakdown while we were away. The bed, normally a place where both cats would lazily sleep the days away, somehow turned into his new shit zone, and thus, our shitty kitty had left many brown, smelly presents all over the bed the last few days, necessitating a quick trip to the mall before it closed, to get new bedsheets. Unfortunately, despite our efforts, the smell still faintly lingers in the air and I’m not sure if its simply because its soaked itself into the mattress, or we simply missed some somewhere. Either way, that was a pretty gross homecoming. I guess the usual cat instinct to not mess the area you sleep in got thrown out the window by my cat’s anxiety about not seeing either of us around, something that hasn’t happened to him in years. At least, that’s my theory for the moment.