A Poopy Start (Literally)
Feb. 16th, 2018 08:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouse Like many cat owners, I'm ruled by my cats. The eldest cat has gotten the job (it used to belong to the LOUDEST cat, Inky,) of waking me up for a midnight snack. She stands by my ear and sings the song of her people. I think she ended up with the job, because I used to throw pillows at Inky and he would back down and let me sleep in another hour or so. Piggy, the eldest, is so frail that if I threw a pillow at her it might "break a hip." So, I just bow to my feline overlords (WHAT? She's OLD!) and get up at 2 am and feed everyone.
Because Piggy's timeline is a lot earlier than even Inky's used to be, sometimes there are sleepy stragglers to the midnight diner bowl. When one or the other of them is slow to arrive, I do the "food whistle" and call for them.
This morning the straggler was Buttercup. Buttercup is our former stray, so being late to the diner bell is... concerning. When he didn't show and didn't show, I thought, "Oh, crap, he snuck out onto the porch!" The problem with that? The last time the porch door had been open was 5 pm and the temperature had been dropping like a stone all night....
Sure enough, he came busting in the second I opened the door.
I took a cursory glance to see if there were any accidents, didn't smell anything, and so staggered back to bed.
Two guesses what I found in the stark light of day?
Yep. Buttercup also usually has a routine where he comes out on the porch with us as we're getting ready to go, mostly just to be a nuisance, but he clearly also hopes it's summer outside, despite the obvious signs that it is still the DEAD of winter. Today, he came skulking out and led me over to the little railway bench we have on the porch. He sniffed at a folded bit of the blanket we keep on the bench and I knew what he was telling me.
He left a lovely, LARGE deposit for me.
So, when I say I've had a sh*tty morning, I'm not kidding.
Because Piggy's timeline is a lot earlier than even Inky's used to be, sometimes there are sleepy stragglers to the midnight diner bowl. When one or the other of them is slow to arrive, I do the "food whistle" and call for them.
This morning the straggler was Buttercup. Buttercup is our former stray, so being late to the diner bell is... concerning. When he didn't show and didn't show, I thought, "Oh, crap, he snuck out onto the porch!" The problem with that? The last time the porch door had been open was 5 pm and the temperature had been dropping like a stone all night....
Sure enough, he came busting in the second I opened the door.
I took a cursory glance to see if there were any accidents, didn't smell anything, and so staggered back to bed.
Two guesses what I found in the stark light of day?
Yep. Buttercup also usually has a routine where he comes out on the porch with us as we're getting ready to go, mostly just to be a nuisance, but he clearly also hopes it's summer outside, despite the obvious signs that it is still the DEAD of winter. Today, he came skulking out and led me over to the little railway bench we have on the porch. He sniffed at a folded bit of the blanket we keep on the bench and I knew what he was telling me.
He left a lovely, LARGE deposit for me.
So, when I say I've had a sh*tty morning, I'm not kidding.
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Date: 2018-02-16 05:22 pm (UTC)