Bedtime sabotage

Just now, after Vino had finished his bedtime snack, he went to the loo
for a pre-bed poop. But afterwards, he came charging down the hallway
at breakneck speed instead of his usual cool and casual saunter.
This immediately raised my suspicions since post-pooping scurrying is
often indicative of that nastiest of butt invaders, the klingon.
I managed a quick glance at his backside before he disappeared under the
bed. I thought I saw something dark there. This is really one of those
times when it helps to have a light coloured cat with no tail ;-)
I rushed to the bed to see if I could get Vino. But as soon as I got
there, he casually strolled out. I grabbed him and immediately did the
butt inspection. All clean! WTF?!? Could I have been wrong?
I let Vino go but decided it might be prudent to check under the bed,
just in case. A-HA!!! There it was! A klingon underneath the dead
center of my king sized bed! This was really the last thing I needed at
11 pm, just before going to bed. There were no ifs ands or butts (!)
about it, the klingon had to go or no sleep would be possible. The
odour was already beginning to be noticeable.
So I crawled under the bed with a big hunk of toilet paper and retrieved
the klingon, dispatching it to it's final demise down the toilet.
How does one go to sleep after such an adventure? Perhaps I'll have a
glass of warm milk to calm down ;-)
--
Britta
Purring is an automatic safety valve device for dealing with happiness
overflow.
Check out pictures of Vino at:
http://picasaweb.google.com/badwilson

"badwilson" wrote in message
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Just now, after Vino had finished his bedtime snack, he went to the loo
for a pre-bed poop. But afterwards, he came charging down the hallway at
breakneck speed instead of his usual cool and casual saunter.
This immediately raised my suspicions since post-pooping scurrying is
often indicative of that nastiest of butt invaders, the klingon.
I managed a quick glance at his backside before he disappeared under the
bed. I thought I saw something dark there. This is really one of those
times when it helps to have a light coloured cat with no tail ;-)
I rushed to the bed to see if I could get Vino. But as soon as I got
there, he casually strolled out. I grabbed him and immediately did the
butt inspection. All clean! WTF?!? Could I have been wrong?
I let Vino go but decided it might be prudent to check under the bed, just
in case. A-HA!!! There it was! A klingon underneath the dead center of
my king sized bed! This was really the last thing I needed at 11 pm, just
before going to bed. There were no ifs ands or butts (!) about it, the
klingon had to go or no sleep would be possible. The odour was already
beginning to be noticeable.
So I crawled under the bed with a big hunk of toilet paper and retrieved
the klingon, dispatching it to it's final demise down the toilet.
How does one go to sleep after such an adventure? Perhaps I'll have a
glass of warm milk to calm down ;-)


HAHAHAHA. Stop making me laugh, don't you realise I have stitches in!!

Tweed
Kitty FC & Boyfie --- never had a klingon in their lives

On Tue, 3 Apr 2007 23:19:24 +0800, "badwilson"
yodeled:

Just now, after Vino had finished his bedtime snack, he went to the loo
for a pre-bed poop. But afterwards, he came charging down the hallway
at breakneck speed instead of his usual cool and casual saunter.
This immediately raised my suspicions since post-pooping scurrying is
often indicative of that nastiest of butt invaders, the klingon.
I managed a quick glance at his backside before he disappeared under the
bed. I thought I saw something dark there. This is really one of those
times when it helps to have a light coloured cat with no tail ;-)
I rushed to the bed to see if I could get Vino. But as soon as I got
there, he casually strolled out. I grabbed him and immediately did the
butt inspection. All clean! WTF?!? Could I have been wrong?
I let Vino go but decided it might be prudent to check under the bed,
just in case. A-HA!!! There it was! A klingon underneath the dead
center of my king sized bed! This was really the last thing I needed at
11 pm, just before going to bed. There were no ifs ands or butts (!)
about it, the klingon had to go or no sleep would be possible. The
odour was already beginning to be noticeable.
So I crawled under the bed with a big hunk of toilet paper and retrieved
the klingon, dispatching it to it's final demise down the toilet.
How does one go to sleep after such an adventure? Perhaps I'll have a
glass of warm milk to calm down ;-)

At least the klingon couldn't have risen up and got into bed with you!

Stinky very often mounts a cavalry charge around the house after a No.
2, but it doesn't seem to be about klingons-- I always say to him,
"Well, seems like a great weight has been lifted from you."

Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

Make Levees, Not War

On Apr 3, 12:49 pm, Kreisleriana wrote:
On Tue, 3 Apr 2007 23:19:24 +0800, "badwilson"
yodeled:





Just now, after Vino had finished his bedtime snack, he went to the loo
for a pre-bed poop. But afterwards, he came charging down the hallway
at breakneck speed instead of his usual cool and casual saunter.
This immediately raised my suspicions since post-pooping scurrying is
often indicative of that nastiest of butt invaders, the klingon.
I managed a quick glance at his backside before he disappeared under the
bed. I thought I saw something dark there. This is really one of those
times when it helps to have a light coloured cat with no tail ;-)
I rushed to the bed to see if I could get Vino. But as soon as I got
there, he casually strolled out. I grabbed him and immediately did the
butt inspection. All clean! WTF?!? Could I have been wrong?
I let Vino go but decided it might be prudent to check under the bed,
just in case. A-HA!!! There it was! A klingon underneath the dead
center of my king sized bed! This was really the last thing I needed at
11 pm, just before going to bed. There were no ifs ands or butts (!)
about it, the klingon had to go or no sleep would be possible. The
odour was already beginning to be noticeable.
So I crawled under the bed with a big hunk of toilet paper and retrieved
the klingon, dispatching it to it's final demise down the toilet.
How does one go to sleep after such an adventure? Perhaps I'll have a
glass of warm milk to calm down ;-)

At least the klingon couldn't have risen up and got into bed with you!

Stinky very often mounts a cavalry charge around the house after a No.
2, but it doesn't seem to be about klingons-- I always say to him,
"Well, seems like a great weight has been lifted from you."

I always thought Feather(RB) ran around the apartment like an idiot
after most #2 experiences. Then someone we lived with briefly said
that he was running around AS an idiot. It was clever but I dumped
her. Not ONLY for disrespecting my cat.

Will in New Haven

--

"If you need a great kitty, he's the one
He's arflul pretty and he's full of fun
And he does many things to make his daddy smile." Feather's "Big Kitty
Song"



Theresa
Stinky Pictures:http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

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Christina Websell wrote:
"badwilson" wrote in message
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Just now, after Vino had finished his bedtime snack, he went to the
loo for a pre-bed poop. But afterwards, he came charging down the
hallway at breakneck speed instead of his usual cool and casual
saunter. This immediately raised my suspicions since post-pooping
scurrying is
often indicative of that nastiest of butt invaders, the klingon.
I managed a quick glance at his backside before he disappeared under
the bed. I thought I saw something dark there. This is really one
of those times when it helps to have a light coloured cat with no
tail ;-) I rushed to the bed to see if I could get Vino. But as soon
as I got
there, he casually strolled out. I grabbed him and immediately did
the butt inspection. All clean! WTF?!? Could I have been wrong?
I let Vino go but decided it might be prudent to check under the
bed, just in case. A-HA!!! There it was! A klingon underneath the
dead center of my king sized bed! This was really the last thing I
needed at 11 pm, just before going to bed. There were no ifs ands
or butts (!) about it, the klingon had to go or no sleep would be
possible. The odour was already beginning to be noticeable.
So I crawled under the bed with a big hunk of toilet paper and
retrieved the klingon, dispatching it to it's final demise down the
toilet. How does one go to sleep after such an adventure? Perhaps
I'll have
a glass of warm milk to calm down ;-)


HAHAHAHA. Stop making me laugh, don't you realise I have stitches
in!!

Ooops, sorry. I'll try not to let it happen again ;-)


Tweed
Kitty FC & Boyfie --- never had a klingon in their lives

Vino gets them because undigested fur goes through him and comes out the
back end. This prevents some poops from actually seperating from
his...um...bum hole. Stop laughing, this is not funny! ;-)
--
Britta
Purring is an automatic safety valve device for dealing with happiness
overflow.
Check out pictures of Vino at:
http://picasaweb.google.com/badwilson

badwilson wrote:

Vino gets them because undigested fur goes through him and comes out the
back end. This prevents some poops from actually seperating from
his...um...bum hole. Stop laughing, this is not funny! ;-)
Sorry, Britta, but it is!

Sam, closely supervised by Mistletoe

badwilson wrote:

Vino gets them because undigested fur goes through him and comes out the
back end. This prevents some poops from actually seperating from
his...um...bum hole. Stop laughing, this is not funny! ;-)

When I had long hair, Nikki used to swallow *my* hairs and then she
would often get these 'pearl bands' coming out the other end. Yes, you
imagined that right - a long hair with balls of poo all along it.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.
Stories and pics at http://koti.welho.com/mkurten/
Pics at http://s120.photobucket.com/albums/o185/frankiennikki/
http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

badwilson wrote:
Stop laughing, this is not funny! ;-)


Me I'm ROFLMAO!!!!

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

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"Marina" wrote in message
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When I had long hair, Nikki used to swallow *my* hairs and then she would
often get these 'pearl bands' coming out the other end. Yes, you imagined
that right - a long hair with balls of poo all along it.


My hair is now kept short so that I can deal with caring for it. When it
was long, it wasn't unusual for between one and three cats at any one time
to have hair ropes that we were dealing with.

Pam S.