Last week I was laying on the couch watching tv. One of my cats, Obie, came to say hello and jumped up on my stomach. I pet him while he was kneading my stomach and all was good in the world: I was half asleep and he was purring. Nothing good is on tv but we're both chilling and enjoying the moment... Then he turned around to lay down with his head on my thighs.
I noticed that there were now wet paw prints on my stomach O_O
"oh jeez, Obie.. Why are your paws wet??"
I'm thinking to myself, please let that be water from the water bowl... Pleasepleasepleaseplease...... Then that wonderfully distinct, powerful smell that can only be cat pee hit me.
Ugh!!! x_x
So there I am, laying on the couch with cat pee on my stomach and on my jeans where Obie now has is paws. He's stretched out on top of me so I can't get any leverage to get up slowly and I can't pick him up gently in the position I'm in. He's still purring, with his eyes closed, facing the other way without a care in the world... He soon noticed that something wasn't right -- I stopped petting him -- so he stands up (on me, leaving a few more wet prints), and jumps down... This was only about 5-10 seconds but it seems sooo much longer.
As I head for the kitchen to get the Nok-Out to spray my shirt and jeans, I pass by the litter box and notice that there's a fresh wet spot. He must have come to see me right after he got out of the box.
His nickname is now Pee Pee Feet! I guess mine should be Pee Feet Mat...
btw, I washed my cloths and they came out fine.
I noticed that there were now wet paw prints on my stomach O_O
"oh jeez, Obie.. Why are your paws wet??"
I'm thinking to myself, please let that be water from the water bowl... Pleasepleasepleaseplease...... Then that wonderfully distinct, powerful smell that can only be cat pee hit me.
Ugh!!! x_x
So there I am, laying on the couch with cat pee on my stomach and on my jeans where Obie now has is paws. He's stretched out on top of me so I can't get any leverage to get up slowly and I can't pick him up gently in the position I'm in. He's still purring, with his eyes closed, facing the other way without a care in the world... He soon noticed that something wasn't right -- I stopped petting him -- so he stands up (on me, leaving a few more wet prints), and jumps down... This was only about 5-10 seconds but it seems sooo much longer.
As I head for the kitchen to get the Nok-Out to spray my shirt and jeans, I pass by the litter box and notice that there's a fresh wet spot. He must have come to see me right after he got out of the box.
His nickname is now Pee Pee Feet! I guess mine should be Pee Feet Mat...
btw, I washed my cloths and they came out fine.