Poop

For the past couple of days, various people in our house have reported smelling poo.  Keith thought "cat pee."  I thought poo.  Marty and Holly thought maybe dead mouse behind the fridge, but nobody could get anyone else to smell the thing they had smelled, where they had smelled it.

This morning I reached down to pet one of the cats, and she was matted, on the back.  This is a young, healthy cat.  Gross.   Aging poo all over the back of her (?!) and her legs.   She let us wash her in the sink, twice. She sat quietly, wet, wrapped up in towels.  Twice.  She has two odd scrapes on her haunches, some hair missing, but no cuts or punctures.

In news I hope (I REALLY hope) is entirely unrelated, this afternoon as I walked through the back yard picking up trash to put in the hot tub fire (because things blow through out back gate from the alley and businesses out there, and the wind has blown hard lately), I found toilet paper with poo.  And another one, in our yard, toilet paper with poo.

Later Keith found a third.

It's bad enough to sneak into a person's yard to poop, but I certainly hope no late-night stranger rolled our cat in it!  We didn't find anything but the paper.   Where's CSI when you need them?

the cleaned-up cat

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NEWSFLASH: While I was uploading the cat image, Keith found the, uh... other evidence. No photos will be forthcoming. The deed was done outside the gate. Either the paper was chucked over the wall, or it blew through.

This dark and dirty sort of thing does NOT get reported in Just Add Light and Stir