#1 reason to not forget to clean the litter box.

I just had to strip all the bedding, foam, mattresses and rug from Nate's room because one of my cats peed on his bed. We had two crib matresses pushed together as his bed because he rolls so much. The little vermin peed right where they meet, so it soaked the bedding and both matresses (even though they have a plastic covering, the cat pee won) and soaked through the 9x12 chenille rug into the floor. I guess my only option for cleaning that rug is a HUGE washer at the laundr-o-mat. UGH!!! As for now it's perfuming my front porch.

So much for a morning out. Looks like I'm on cleaning and cat-beating duty today. Don't get me wrong...I love my cats, but sometimes they are exceptionally skilled at tempting me to boot their heineys out into the yard...for good!


Is there anything worse than the nauseating stench of cat pee? A friend suggested dog poo was worse. I have to disagree. I think the cat pee wins by means of persistence. I can scrub away dog poo. Cat pee lingers...and lingers...and sours...then you get stale cat pee. And if you don't find it while it's wet...it turns to ninja pee...impossible to find! Then you end up sniffing every surface of the room because you insist it's there...somewhere and no one in the house is going to relax until it's found so you can clean it.

Carlos the Cockroach

Very few cockroaches in the house these days. I guess the insecticide forcefield is still working. Every now and then one finds a tiny crevice to squeeze it's greasy little body through, mainly in the trash cupboard, where it can make a quick escape through the cracks before we can move the trash bin and smoosh it.

For those of you who understand the cockroach plague of the South, I thought I'd share the newest development in my cucaracha wars. I'm sure everything I've written thus far, you have lived yourself, you know their behavior, the means to kill them, the horror of the realization of not being alone when you flip the light switch and see them scuttling across the floor, legs flailing in a mad attempt to survive. Or worse, the ones who don't run, have no fear and just stare at you.

*shudder*

Well, here's one thing you probably haven't encountered in your bug wars. Something you can be thankful for...

At least your husband doesn't name the cockroach in the trash cupboard 'Carlos'...and then tell you he's named it Carlos...which prompts you to ask him if he killed Carlos...to which he answers "Well, he wasn't really hurting anyone in there"...after which you go on a hunt to squish the life out of Carlos, only to find an empty cupboard for days.

On the fourth day, your husband walks into the den, looking saddened. And when you ask what's wrong...he tells you "I killed Carlos...it was an accident" and he continues "Well mostly...he's not really dead yet, but I cut off his head trying to trap him under a glass when he escaped...and I chopped his head off with the edge of the glass"

And you swear he's going to cry.

And then you replay it in your mind ...not really dead, yet?....but he chopped his head off?

Whaaaaaaaaat?

His bizarre behavior prompts you to ask "Who ARE you???? ...and why didn't you kill him?"

And perhaps like me you'll move the glass *and Carlos* outside...and marvel at the horror as he survives for two days...with NO HEAD!!!



Heh! I bet you thought that was just some silly rumor.