Tiny Arachnid
Sep. 19th, 2017 06:29 pm
What a day. It's boot weather, suddenly, so I was rooting around in my shoe closet (don't judge me, it's not like that, really). I've intended to get an actual boot rack for my boots, but haven't ever got motivated enough and so have them kind of stuffed into a large plastic storage bin, without the lid on. As I was looking for the left boot for one pair this morning, I started sniffing. I bought these little shoe freshener balls that I shift around from shoe to shoe. I don't like the smell of those things, actually, but this wasn't that. It was ...
Cat. Pee.
Apparently someone liked my shoe closet as a hideyhole when terrified and peed. All over my boot collection. This was probably months ago, so the smell is good and set in. *bangs head on wall* I suspect Abe, as when Pickle was peeing outside of the box a while back it was a direct commentary on the lack of suitable box options for her and no one else is a peer.
Then I came home to a giant puddle of puke under my kitchen table. THAT was Pickle, who hates getting brushed like whoa, then constantly barfs up hairballs. *bangs head on wall*
I love them, though, the little peeing and puking menaces.