Gross Happenings

This is all really so gross that I’ve started and stopped this blog post a dozen times but you know I tell everything so . . here goes. This all happened yesterday.

The Cat:

I give Boots some kind of stuff out of a tube to help with hair balls. I squeeze a little bit onto my finger and put it on his lip (Do cats have lips? If not, you know where I’m talking about!), he licks it and he doesn’t get hairballs . . supposedly.

Yesterday I went to play with Boots. First, I scooped the litter box, then I sat down with him for a while. Before leaving, I put the drop on his lip and watched to be sure he didn’t shake his head and shake it off. I didn’t see him do it . . but obviously he did. I was barefooted. I went out the door, stepped into my flip flops and . . oh, my . . what’s sticky on my foot. I looked and thought it was cat poop. It was also on the bottom of my pants. I held my pants up, hobbled back to the house trying not to be sick, got in the shower and as I was scrubbing my foot with all my might, I realized it was the little drop of hairball medication that Boots had shaken off and I had stepped in. Thank goodness it wasn’t cat poop.

It gets worse.

The Dog:

Last night, as with most nights, Vince went to bed before I did. He took Rita, tucked her in to her little bassinet and they both went sound to sleep . . except Rita didn’t. I didn’t stay up very late but I took a long, hot shower, trimmed a few spots on my hair that looked like they needed trimming, fixed my glass of water that I keep by the bed, grabbed my tablet and tried to make it to bed in the dark without breaking my neck or waking Vince . . until . . I stepped in something cold and squishy on the floor. Rita! That dog! I seriously cannot take a dog having bad bathroom habits.

So, I’m standing there in the dark, all nice and clean from my shower and smelling fresh with my Japanese Cherry Blossom body lotion (also on my feet!). I thought . . I can try to hobble back to the living room without turning on a light or I can wake Vince. I opted for waking Vince.

Me: Vince! Will you please turn on your light. I just stepped in dog poop.
Vince: Are you sure it’s dog poop?

You don’t want to hear the rest of that conversation.

He got up, handed me a paper towel. I wiped my foot, cleaned up the floor, took another shower.

I was surprised . . not that she did it because lately, she’s been less than trustworthy, but I was surprised she had been in the bedroom. She rarely goes in there on her own.

So, took my shower, got back in bed. Vince is sound asleep again. I reach over to pat Rita on the head because I always do that when I get in bed. She’s not there!

Me: Vince! Where’s Rita?
Vince: In her bed.
Me: Turn on the light! She’s not there.
Vince: She has to be there!

Nope, she wasn’t. Apparently she had to go to the bathroom, and either jumped out of her bed (it’s a long way down and the floor is hardwood), or she tried to wake Vince and couldn’t so she jumped out of bed.

We both went looking for her and she was sound asleep . . on the sofa.

Let’s hope we don’t have a repeat of that tonight. The bassinet has several levels and we have the one here on the highest level so she’s level with our bed but tonight we’re lowering her bed so she can’t just walk into our bed. When she bumps her nose against our mattress, she won’t try any more and she’ll hopefully go back to sleep.

I think I’m going to take some cardboard and make tall-ish “bumperpads to put around her bassinet so she can’t jump out.