Me Mither (my Mother) told me a story tonight about her cat that had me roaring with laughter.
First – Me Mither. She is my dear Mother. She is 84 and has a terrific sense of humor. (Go figure.)
Second – Her cat. His name is BRANDON, of all things. (Brandon? Really?) She adopted him from the SPCA with the name and couldn’t bear to change it. At one time she considered the name “Dude”. (Laugh, giggle, snort. Dude? Ha ha ha ha!!!) I call him “Bran Muffin” or “Chicken Sh**”, because he hides when PEOPLE come over. He’s dark grey/black all over with round yellow eyes. And me Mither is in L.O.V.E. with this gem of a cat. He is very affectionate and entertaining … as long as “other people” aren’t there. (Chicken sh** a.k.a. CS. Yeah.)
SO! Mither is Cleaning the litter box. Cleaning with a capital C. Dump all the litter, wash with soap and water, leave it to dry in the sun.
Chicken Sh**’s body processes proceed as expected … it is nature’s way.
Mither is sitting in her recliner and, after an indeterminate length of time (she doesn’t say how long) CS is meowing at her in a very inSIStent way. “I WAAAANNNNTTT!!”
Me Mither thinks “Ah. He wants the litter box. I’ll put some newspaper and a sprinkle of litter in ‘the place’ where he usually places his leavings and he’ll get the hint.” So she does.
She also leaves the litter container – the box she bought it in – in the general vicinity, all innocence.An indeterminate length of time later, she goes to the “area”, expecting to find her good little kitty (CS) has used the newspaper, et cetera, for his toilet.
Not so! Hmmmm.
She proceeds to refill the incredibly clean litter box and finds “moisture” around the rim of the opening of the cat litter container.
This CS … this little pischer, this furry cat-person … this apparently very neat and CLEAN and FUNNY furry cat person … has mounted the container and PEED INTO THE LITTER IN THE CONTAINER!!!
I can’t beat that! What’s funnier?? Who is this little neatnik pischer? Such a comedian!
Pets are great. Cats. Dogs. Their psyche’s are utterly different than ours. We’ll never know how different. I think they have a sense of humor.
And THAT. WAS. FUNNY. (Did he mean it to be?)