Worst thing the cat's done.

Sigh. We have been shutting them in overnight after Ratgate, but yesterday evening was different. Being explosions night, we shut in as soon as it got dark. Discovered due to this that the goodest boy was having an IBS flare-up. He projectile pooped on the kitchen floor and also weed in the hearth. They do have a litter in the conservatory, but he obviously didn't want to venture in that direction, only outdoors! Anyway, on an evening constitutional we observed few explosions, so we opened up the door and OH didn't close it at bedtime. Result = me being woken up by frantic OH at 1am with the news of a 'F***ing big rat' in the bathroom. Got there, no rat. Tentatively started patting clothing hung up and said giant ratto was inside my changing robe. Off I trudged, down the garden with my robe...

I'm afraid IBS or not, the door is closing again, later!!!
 
When it rained, ours used to whine at us to let them out, then two seconds later whine at us to come back in (parents didn't have a cat flap), then whine at us to go out, like we'd somehow turned off the rain in the intervening thirty seconds, then realise it was still raining and ask to come in....ad infinitum.
 
Heard crunching sounds and found the Fat Weirdo Murderer finishing off his latest kill behind the sofa. This is literally all that's left. Thinking of making a cat lure out of it...
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