Cricket peed on the hallway floor again. And on the wall. And on the door.
And it made me mad, not in little part due to the fact that I was sick and it was very late at night.
So I grabbed the little weasel by the scruff of her neck, and smushed her little face into the mess.
Which prompted her to scamper off under the bed and meow piteously.
Giving me the ample opportunity to scrub the rest of the mess from the floor and the wall and the door. Inhaling lots of bleach fumes in the process.
And then, of course by the time I had finished, Cricket forgot that I was mad at her, but was clearly upset about having been traumatized in some fashion or other, and clingily sought succor from yours truly, despite numerous attempts at dislodgement and discouragement.
Teaching me two things in the process...
1) Much like rabbit fur-lined leather gloves and other organic textiles, cats covered in cat fur saturated with cat pee smell like cat pee for a very long time.
and
2) Bleach is neither the friend of the upper respiratorily-issued, nor the polished surface of the hardwoodedly floored.
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