See this kitty. Yep this adorable, loving, and much loved kitty.
Well he hates me changing his kitty litter. It must release a pheromone or something when I change it. Normally I remove him from the room, house, and sometimes the suburb before I change it. To sum it up… changing his kitty litter sends him batcrap crazy.
Picture this if you will. Me, half asleep, vulnerable at half-midnight. I see a manky kitty litter box and think… poor kitty, I forgot to change your kitty litter today. I’ll do it right now, even though I would rather be in bed than messing about with kitty litter. Dum-de-dum-de-dum… what the living heck was I thinking!
I had my back to the door, head leaning up against the wall, semi-awake and minding my own business, slowly adding clean litter to the box… when WHAM! out of nowhere a 6 1/2 kilogram, moving like a freight-train, ginger moggy attaches himself to my backside, all four paws, claws and a mouthful of teeth in my ass!
One kitty. One ass. One tetanus shot… and one course of antibiotics.
It’s not been my week.
Ps. I’m not sharing pictures!