September 12th, 2004

Little Jerry

I touched cat poop.

Last night, Susie and I were in bed, watching Lost in Translation with the dog when the kitty came in, meowing up a happy post-dinner storm. She jumped up on the bed, purring and saying hello to everyone. For a brief second, she sat on my hand, and then got up and moved. I remember thinking to myself, "why is she wet?"

Then, I could smell it. I looked at kitty and she had a gnarly kitty dingleberry, which she had just smooshed against my hand but had thankfully not left there. I yelled out, "AUUUGHH! EMERGENCY!! EMERGENCY!!!", pointing at the cat's butt. Susie noticed the offending fragment and hurried the kitty out of the room, to help her clean up, while I washed the entire outer layer of skin off my hand. So stinky. Soooo stinky.

The bed did not escape unscathed. We'll be burning the sheets, and the bed, and moving to a different house.
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