I woke this morning, a Friday....happy it is the end of the week.....opened my bedroom door and my two Siamese cats (a 10 yr old and fatter one and a 1 yr old, slim) are outside the bedroom door. The SMELL hits me...someone sh*t.� The little one is meowing, wandering through my legs. The big one is hunched down, looking sheepish, probably can sense that I am upset. I glare at him and immediately begin looking for a pile --none. I also wonder how He got upstairs! I put the baby gate at the top of the steps to keep him and the dog from coming up since I recently cleaned the carpets. The little one --well, there's no keeping him from ANY where! Gate was still up, no pile.
I head downstairs and see a dog scoot mark on the carpet....I'm thinking, that smell is STRONG for a scoot mark! I grab the trusty spot bot, fill it with carpet cleaner & water and set it to clean both areas, glaring at the dog, giving the big cat an apologetic look. I eat breakfast and make my coffee, let out the dog & feed him and feed the cats. As I am ready to go out the door, I see a HUGE pile of poop between our chair and TV. It's a juicy one...not just a dried pile of poo. I stand about 10 feet away, can smell it and am trying not to gag (being pregnant heightens your sense of smell, btw).
My wonderful husband ended up cleaning it (blech)....thank GAWD. I'm pretty sure I would have lost my lunch/dinner or whatever if I had to clean it when I got home. With a morning going like this, I am glad I have friends. In explaining this to one of my BFF's, she shared a similar story stating that while cleaning up the mess she puked and peed her pants --which is EXACTLY what would have happened to me! That made me laugh out loud at work and realize that this too...............shall pass.
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