Yeh, I was recently again disgusted by my cat. He was originally name
gizmo, for as a kitten, he looked very much like the cute little gremlin by the same name, in the movie - Gremlins. Then, the daughter who obtained them moved out, and left him with us, after we told her she couldn't get a cat. She found out that she's allergic to them.
We shortened his name to Mo. I call him "Mo trouble than he's worth".
He lived upt to his title yet again by leaving a pile just outside of my bedroom doorway, where it was hard to see, but easy to smell. While exiting the room in my wheelchair, I, of course ran over the pile of cat feces and ended up with it on one wheel, and on my hand. I cleaned it all up, and sprayed the carpet, and my wheel chair wheel with disinfectant spray. I washed my hands in hot, soapy water for at least 5 minutes.
Now, I would never purposely mistreat an animal, and Mo is no different. I even let him sit on my lap as I scratch his head, neck, and under his chin. Suffice it to say though, I never wanted a cat, and wish i did't have a cat in my home. I will let him stay here though, defalcating and throwing up on my carpets, waking me up in the middle of the night because he wants something to eat, etc.
I made fried chicken fingers for D.W., and a fried chicken thigh for me tonight. He has plenty of craned cat food in his bowl. He smells the chicken though, and won't touch his own food. He wants ours. That is D.W.s fault as she regularly gives him treats from her plate.
Tonight, he's just not on my good side. There will be no scratching for Mo.
Seeeeeeya; Chief Longwind of the North