My poor little Curly Girly was sick last week. I don't know what it was, either some sort of bug or too many birthday parties (she went to two last weekend- that's a lot for me, let alone a 2 year old!), but she woke up Monday morning feeling pretty crummy. And since my husband had to work, guess who was on vomit patrol? Yup, that would be me. Thankfully, it wasn't too bad and she was better by Tuesday afternoon. But that isn't really what I came here to talk about.
The poor feline family members must have been feeling left out when I was tending to a sick toddler, because one of them decided to inhale their kibble like a Hoover and then regurgitate it back onto my living room carpet. Then, I find cat poo that migrated from the litter box.
"Could my week get any grosser?" I thought to myself. Perhaps the wrong question to ask. Once Curly Girly was feeling better, she decided to one up the cats and take off a poopy diaper, leaving me a little treat on the living room floor to clean up.
Well, I bet you're thinking that at least nothing got peed on. I made the mistake of thinking that too. In the perfect end to a perfectly gross week, Curly Girly took off her diaper, squealing "Potty! Potty!" So I ran her to the toilet, where she sat, babbling to me about "Potty! Peepee, Poopoo!" However, nothing came out. I even tried to tickle it out of her. No dice. So, defeated, I took her back downstairs, and went in search of a diaper. She must have decided that the living room floor was already gross enough, so she added to the nastiness. Thanks, kid. It's a good thing I have Lysol wipes and tons of Lysol spray handy.
My toddler has completed the Trifecta of Grossness, now it's the feline's turn.
It's your move now, cats.