Forgot to mention grampy’s contribution to the tale of our woebegone grandkitty.
“I’m all ears.”
The kennel in which grandkitty had his smelly accident was exiled to the balcony. And thank goodness there was one.
Imagine spending the night in a studio…albeit an over-sized one…with no windows to open, and a sliding glass door that remained closed for the sake of security, not to mention the cold.
Ppphhheeewww!!!
I would probably have slept at the furthest point away from the crate. Maybe standing up in the shower after I’d scrubbed it thoroughly…top to bottom. Me and grandkitty hiding out…with the bathroom door shut tight.
Fine for me anyway, seeing as how I “go potty”…while everyone else dozes.
Grandkitty’s crate would have been history if I had my way.
Not one to shrink from a challenge, grampy decided he’d save it…somehow.
“Good luck” I thought. Removing every piece of stuck poop would be some trick.
Lo and behold after moving to our daughter’s apartment, and after the movers had unloaded all her furnishings and left…grampy set about cleaning the cat crate.
Removing the pieces ever so carefully so as not to drop any poop, grampy took some kind of brush and scraped off all kinds of “unmentionables.” (I would have barfed for sure.) And then he took the pieces down to the basement laundry and ran them through one of the commercial washing machines.
Voila!!! Good as new.
I don’t think grandkitty’s been back in it yet, since he’s not been on a plane since that unfortunate, never-to-be-forgotten event.
…i’m sure you wanted to know what happened to the poor crate…
…right?
………hugmamma.
“Chewing my toes is more exciting.”
“And you’ll never get me on a plane again!”
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We wouldn’t ever want to be on a plane again either. Hugs and nose kisses
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It is stressful…for grandkitty…and me. I keep hoping he’ll be okay. And he always has been, except for the last plane ride. Poor little guy…
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I have a love/hate relationship with my cats! So I feel your pain — er, pleasure —
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My sentiments exactly!
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Though I’d love to have a cat (but can’t because hubs is allergic), it appears there are some advantages to not having one. 😉
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Some. But the advantages outweigh them. Can’t live with them…can’t live without them.
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Awwww so cute! You should also enter this for my tummy rub Tuesday blog roll. 🙂
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I’ll definitely keep it in mind come next Tuesday. Will be by to check it out…
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Thank you 🙂
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🙂
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PS: you look amazing in that top photo 😊
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OMG! Probably some 30 years ago. hugs for saying so, though…an ego boost for sure. 🙂
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Wow, but you are a gorgeous kitty… Hope they all forget about the poopy mess soon 😊 Thank you of sharing with us 🐥
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Long forgotten. Happened in September last year. He’s too cute to remember the crazy times…and there have been some, for sure. He’s our grandkitty after all. No real ones yet. That still wouldn’t change our love and affection for the “little man” though.
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If I had to guess, you tossed the crate. But knowing Granmpy, he cleaned it and stored it away……. Just figured out who Grampy is. Kathi
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ha, ha. I would’ve. But after your brother “grampy” cleaned it out…I figured we saved a few bucks. And I didn’t have to do the dirty work. Yuck!!! Amazed me that “grampy” could deal with the poopy mess. Blaaahhh… 😦
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