We’re in the country and animals are always coming inside. The cats take care of the small ones and leave tiny bodies on the carpet for me to find.Yesterday it was a baby mole. I was rhapsodizing about it’s tiny iridescent whiskers and velvety body before setting it back outside.
Today there was another tiny body on the carpet. Being half blind I brought it up to my face for a better look. Just as I realized it had no legs or whiskers, I got a whiff of it. It was a turd.
It was far away from the litter box and had no litter on it , just a dark piece of matter that was mouse sized.
Since I’m told to keep typing, I’ll also say that the cats sometimes leave half mice on the floor. Cold squishy half mice. I know they set mice out. I once found a row of 2.5 mice
.”TL;DR” I picked up a turd thinking it was a poor little critter and got a good whiff of unpleasantness.
Comments
If you or don’t taste it, can you be sure it isn’t a mole?
Why do we live with cats? 🥲
I’m so confused about why you’re romanticising and lovingly handling baby animal corpses that your pets killed?
Please buy a box of disposable gloves before picking up any more of your cats’ offerings, rodent or otherwise.
Why do you put the bodies back outside? Most cat owners throw their prey away.
And why is a turd more gross than a dead baby mole?
Imma one up you.
I’m sitting on the couch enjoying a bar of chocolate (Ritter Sport). Beloved cat comes and sits on my lap. I’m finishing up the bar when I notice chocolate crumbs in the wrapper. Yum. I finish them and begin to get up, kitty jumps off my lap. Oh! Another chocolate crumb on my lap! Yum!
Fuck me!!! Not chocolate. Much vigorous cleansing of my mouth ensues.
Outside of my ex, y’all are the only ones to know!
Oh man. Reminds me of my old dog. He was constantly getting acorn nuts stuck between his toes and would bring them in and lose them in the house. Constantly finding acorns in my house. One day I pick one up and it’s squishy. Inspected closer and it was a cat turd. I threw up, my husband laughed his ass off.
What the shit?
Hmm like the time I cleaned up a mystery brown smear from the floor – with a paper towel – and then proceeded to SMELL IT! What is wrong with me?!?! Now the running joke is:
Me “What is this?”
Husband “I don’t know, did you smell it?”