Pure Evil
What’s pure evil? No, not Olive. She can be a pest sometimes, but there’s really not an evil bone in her body.
Evil describes the smell that’s left in the “cat’s room” after Olive leaves. No one can go near it. Not me, not Meg, not Hazel and not Olive herself. She actually runs out of the room without hanging around to bury the, uh … stuff.
I’ve heard of deep sea divers oxidizing their lungs so that they can hold their breath longer underwater. I’m thinking of learning the technique to I can hold my breath longer while changing the litter boxes.
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FAVORITE!!! XD
Given all of the styrofoam she ate last night, I’m sure this will be lurking in the litter box soon. It’s moments like those that I’m thankful I’m pregnant and can’t touch the little box. 🙂
I remember finding a rubber band in the litter box once. I also remember someone telling us that if a cat ate a rubber band, they would have to have surgery to remove it.
Olive must be different. She must have tiger blood.
There was an incident like that with my cat, Pepi. I recently started fostering her (she was about 6 months old at the time) and she loved the adult weight-control formula. I also kept a covered litterbox on the main floor. One night I had my friends over for a RPG session and Pepi went into the box. We heard this horrible bathroom sound and smelled the “stench of evil”. I knew what was coming so I didn’t react. One by one my friends were knocked back when it reached them. It was like watching dominos.
The next day I moved the covered box upstairs and bought a second box for the basement. I also switched catfood to something more kitten-friendly. Pepi did wind up staying with me. She didn’t want to be adopted by anyone else. In many ways she’s a lot like Olive.
Ha! That’s a pretty funny story - I’m glad Pepi ended up staying with you despite the one small problem. Thanks so much for reading and commenting!