Wrestle Mania: Kitty Fest 2006

I had a great time watching the two kitties at Raines house, fight, bite, kick, meow and almost fall off the sofa. They were out of control one minute and napping the next. They really are quite cute. Although the little Grey one woke me up at 2:45AM when he knocked over a stack of stack of catalogs and that wasn't such a big thing, it was the deposit the little guy left that sent me in a tailspin. The odor is what got my attention in the dark. It was strong and foul. OMG...I turned on the light and found out that poor kitty had the runs. I tried to get near it but found myself gagging from the odor. It didn't look that bad but the smell. Oy Friggin' Vey...it was the worst thing I ever smelt, worst than the dead cow....oh so much worse. I covered my face with eight layers of paper towels and I still gagged and coughed and sputtered around. It was so bad that I went into the hall and could not stop gagging so I ran to the bathroom where I puked. Now anyone that knows me knows I can't stand to puke. I hate throwing up and I will fight it. There was no stopping it this time. After I emptied my stomach, I went back to the mess and even though I kept gagging the entire time I was cleaning it up, I got the job done. I ended up throwing out two of Raine's Victoria Secret catalogs because of the nasty mess on top of them. Ewwww. That was the worst. I have cleaned up kitty and dog messes, changed litter boxes and even stinky baby diapers but this particular movement was by far the worst smell I have EVER come in contact with. Yeah, even worse that the basement of Chris' frat house, which smelled like a wet chicken coop. What I am trying to say is that IT WAS BAD! Tooches (the chunky old cat was a cuddle hog as always and was drooling everywhere because I spoiled him with petting and neck scratching. I didn't have much choice, he would block the TV if I didn't shower him in affection. Twit the skinny older cat spent most of his time hissing at the kittens and trying to stay out of the same room as them. I had to track him down to give him attention while the kittens were sleeping or he would walk away when they would walk into the room. I looked for 10 minutes before I found Twit curled up in the clothes hamper. He was so cute.