I actually got a bloody nose from it. Kneeling over cleaning my little buddy, Monkey's litter box, the stench was SO foul that I got a bloody nose from it. My eyes were watery and burning, and all the while I was cussing up a storm.
For the life of me, I cannot understand how a creature, who actually smells half decent (usually) and look as cute as he does... (I mean, look at him. Just LOOK!) Cute, right?
Hopefully, in all seriousness, this blog doesn't get into the hands of those in the Department of Defense. I don't want them to "commandeer" my pet cat, to perform scientific experiments on him. Experiments like if you feed him something a little more corrosive than just Chicken-flavoured dry cat food and water, if his shit and piss can get more lethal than it already is.
There is no paint downstairs or even any dry-wall in the basement, where I keep Monkey's litter box, thank God. Otherwise, I'd be painting and re-painting the walls... Holy shit!!! As disgusted as I get with him and all the crap he's produced in his box, he comes to me later on, lays at my feet, looks up innocently and meows. He's such a sweetie, that as disgusted as I am, I gotta forgive him. It's not his fault his shit is so foul. It's probably mine for feeding him the food I do. But it's the only food he'll eat. Oddly, if it's not the same size and texture, he won't eat it...
He doesn't give me shit when I'm feeling a little gassy, so I can't stay upset with him. But if the army comes a callin'... They can clean his box. F*ck that noise! That shit is foul!
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