- Bathroom Musings -
Mumford The Cat spent the first several weeks of his existence at my home cloistered in my guest room's adjoining bathroom. This was done for two very good reasons. Firstly, it gave the other two cats in my house a change to get to know Mum through a very solid door, and second, it made sure that any as-yet undiscovered parasites that Mum might be carrying couldn't be transmitted to the other two.
Fast-forward a year and a half, and His Furry Largeness has long since escaped from his porcelain-filled bastille. He still has a soft spot for that bathroom though, and that manifested in an entirely disconcerting way a few days ago.
I was in said bathroom, having a very serious conversation with the toilet about the virtues of not eating that last taco when Mumford charged into the room and hopped up onto my lap. This isn't unusual, as any cat owner will tell you, and Mum promptly settled down and began purring. Then the purring got louder. Then it got VERY loud, and I realized that it was coming from his butt.
I'm not sure what else to tell you, except that a cat's farts don't smell like roses any more than their litter box donations do.
Fast-forward a year and a half, and His Furry Largeness has long since escaped from his porcelain-filled bastille. He still has a soft spot for that bathroom though, and that manifested in an entirely disconcerting way a few days ago.
I was in said bathroom, having a very serious conversation with the toilet about the virtues of not eating that last taco when Mumford charged into the room and hopped up onto my lap. This isn't unusual, as any cat owner will tell you, and Mum promptly settled down and began purring. Then the purring got louder. Then it got VERY loud, and I realized that it was coming from his butt.
I'm not sure what else to tell you, except that a cat's farts don't smell like roses any more than their litter box donations do.
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