Cats And Scrubbing Bubbles

This afternoon, I was at the apartment and online - minding my own business on a break between deliveries at the hospital, when my cat TJ (a grey tabby long-hair) casually walked in front of me. He had been upstairs (where the litter-box is).

I sniffed an acrid/very unpleasant sniff, looked up and noted that my normally regal, always-licked-clean fuzzball had streaks of diarrhea-poop on his fuzzy hind quarters. Earlier in the day, TJ had gotten into the kitchen closet (he can open doors) and managed to burrow his way into a bag of dry cat food (that I keep for emergencies) - gobbling until he could barely walk. As my cats now normally dine exclusively on grilled chicken Fancy Feast, the dry food does not agree with his pampered digestive tract.

I slammed down the laptop and grabbed TJ by the tail - to keep him from sitting on the carpet (which had just been shampooed last week). He was hissing and spitting and meoYowling and trying to scratch his way out of my iron grip . . . as I held him away from my body trying not to gag on the smell.

I dashed to the downstairs bathroom, but there was no washcloth by the sink. So I grabbed a Scrubbing Bubbles flushable wipe (I keep a supply by the toilet) and used that.

The trouble with that was that "Scrubbing Bubbles" really does bubble (even the wipes) and TJ's fur became a matted mess of white poopy-smelling bubbles. Still holding the by-now-REALLY-pissed-off cat by the tail, I bounded upstairs to the other bathroom and grabbed the box of Huggies baby-wipes off the counter.

After he was thoroughly wiped down with aloe-vera scented Huggies, TJ got a wipe down with a wet wash-cloth. I am proud to say I accomplished all of this without suffering any wounds.

The offensive litter was scooped and flushed and all was well.

Needless to say, TJ is not speaking to me this evening.

On the other hand, the worshiped-in-a-previous-life Sabine got a big kick out of it.