Turdsday Afternoon

Welcome to my World!

Yesterday, I smelled something awful. I got off my ass and walked around the house, searching for the offensive stool. Nope, not in the litter pans. So where was it?

I discovered, to my dismay, a fetid faggot of fecal matter left on the bathroom floor. Not sure who did it, but must have meant "someone" preferred the litter pan to be cleaner, sooner?

This morning, I heard a scratching sound, followed by Sam yelling; "Nicky, NO!"

We now know it's Nicky-the-pan-avoiding-pooper, but we don't know WHY he's doing this. The litter pans weren't "that bad." So what's bothering our boy? Apparently he reached for the toilet paper, this morning in an attempt to wipe! Yikes!

Guess who's going to the Vet tomorrow? Go on, guess!

P.S. How insane am I for taking photos of my cat's turds?