Wednesday, March 2, 2011

There's a turd in the litterbox! Somebody celebrate with me!

Made you look! :)     (sorry, I couldn't resist.)

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Preface: Somewhere, my hubby -- as he reads the blog now and then -- is hanging his head in shame. He thinks that I'm (check that -- my *whole family* on my dad's side) -- is fascinated with poop. For the record, I strongly disagree; however, I will admit that growing up, the subject (poop) was discussed freely. To be exact, my father (quite matter-of-factly) believed that just about any ailment could be attributed to one being "irregular." Headache? You must be constipated. Bad breath? Constipated. Cranky? Clogged pipes. :) So, we ate a lot of beans and greasy things (no Activia back in that day) to keep things running smoothly. And incidentally, I still had bad breath and got headaches (but was a perfect angel otherwise). (FYI: There's a sucker born every minute. :)

Why there was even that *one* time when -- fairly early in our courtship -- my then boyfriend (now hubby) was over for dinner. He (boyfriend) must have turned down a second helping of butter beans (or some other mushy form of fiber) when my dad -- in his best Sheriff Andy Taylor drawl -- exclaimed, "B___, Ahh SUMtimes wurreh 'bowt yer reg-ye-LAIR-teh! (translation: B___, I sometimes worry about your regularity!")  The rest of the meal was a blur.  I'm surprised I didn't get dumped (pun intended). :)


But, enough about me!  You might recall from yesterday that my old cat, Charlie, has been down with some bad tummy upset (hint: not constipation), which at her age, could have conceivably been her demise. However, this morning, there in her own private litterbox -- a turd! The old girl is still in the game. :) What a relief!

Carry on, y'all. :)

Chocolate, anyone?

In Memoriam: Charlie (Chatting it up in kitty heaven), 1991 - June 2, 2011


  1. Isn't amazing how long our cats can live? 20 is awesome! Glad she is feeling better.

  2. This post just cracks me up! Sounds a lot like the relationship my husband has with my side of the family. ;-)

  3. It's the little things in life...

    I get really excited when the temperature drops below freezing. So much easier to pick up dog turds outside...

  4. Yeah, I'm going to pass on the chocolate.

    This reminded me of how my husband's grandmother used to give all the grandkids Feen-O-Mint the week before school so they'd be all nice and clean before school started. He didn't figure that out until way later on, but he does remember a few awkward situations involving 5 other cousins and his grandma and only one bathroom available. Good times.

  5. I love this post. My sister also blames every ailment on irregularity. Unfortunately for us, she likes to give us status updates on her bowel movements. :(

    Glad to hear Charlie left a present in the litter box!


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