TMI Thursday: Cat pee edition

December 22, 2011

A Christmas themed TMI Thursday! Okay not really but it does involve my lovely wife. If you’re in the Cleveland area you should check out Saint at the Cedar Lee theatre Friday night. A Dutch A horror film where good ole St. Nicholas kidnaps and murders children when there is a full moon on December 5. This trailer is horribly dubbed but the movie will not be. It looks like it will be an amazing good time. See you there!

Time for the TMI! This happened just last week to my wife. You may know that we have to kitties. They are basically good lovable kitties at that. They have been known to pee on clothes but really only when we haven’t cleaned their litter box fast enough. This pretty much makes it our fault not theirs. If it hasn’t been cleaned and some piece of clothing gets left on the floor BAM pee time! Csonka (the youngest) is generally the one who does it and usually on the wifey’s clothing. There are 3 possible reasons for it:

1. She doesn’t like her as much as she does me.
2. The wife leaves her clothes everywhere
3. She knows the wife is usually the one who does the litter box cleaning.

Every now and again clothes get peed on. The week before Christmas can be hectic and it may have slipped our minds. As we got up in the morning (or got ready for bed—I don’t remember—and the wife isn’t picking up her phone.) we found out that one of the cats peed again. How did we find out you ask?


The wife pulled on her pair of sweat pants. As she got them completely on she felt something wet. You know in the crotch area. “Eww these are wet” She said. Then (I think) it dawned on her where the pants had been. “OH MY GOD I hope this isn’t cat pee” she moaned as she was pulling them off.

It was.
And it was perfectly placed in the crotch.

There you go a short but ammonia sweet TMI Thursday post for ya.


Post it note Tuesday

September 21, 2010

It’s been a while since I’ve done a Post it Note Tuesday. This one will just be a small foray back into it—nothing fancy shmancy. Make your own here and click down there to see others.

That One Mom

Everybody ready lets a go!


I love 3D. I do. I mean really. Friday the 13th Part III 3D is amazing. We don’t need every single movie to try it now though. It’s getting really old already.


There is something awesome about being in Key West walking around with all the chickens wandering around. I’m not sure it works anywhere else though. Maybe Cuba but they’d be eaten pretty quickly.


Oh how I MISS you with your chickens and your sunsets.




Yeah this guy. He was on the sidewalk playing. Needless to say I gave him like 4 bucks. He is also why I miss Key West.


Yeah his new pastime is hanging upside down on my hands and computer.


The lovely wifey and I have been looking up places in the Poconos Mountains. More than one place have 7 foot champagne glass whirlpool. We want. Yeah.

TMI Thursday: The one with the litter box

June 3, 2010

A note before I get on to the tmi: I reread this post right before posting it and it sucks. It really does. It is a funny story and gross but the actually post is bad. The quality just is not there. It is probably the worst one I’ve ever written. Sorry.

Today your hero returns to the land of tmi Thursday once again. (Shocking I know.) (Just so you know I imagine these random lines in parenthesis are sung) That bit of weirdness out of the way on to the story. Your hero did not return to the land of tmi unarmed. (Oh no.) It is a familiar weapon. It is a toothbrush. (His Cleveland Browns toothbrush to be exact.) It takes places once again in the shower. Yes it takes place in the soapy confines of my shower. (Getting naked on my blog again!) There will be pics to follow.

No there won’t be any pictures.
Or will there be?
No really there will be no naked pictures.

Anynonakedness I will however diverge and divulge some maybe interesting information. (It won’t be very interesting.) When I take showers I tend do a whole lot of thinking about my writing in there. So I tend to end up just standing there with my arms folded across my chest as the water flows down on me.
I vaguely remember saying this before and if that is the case then I apologize.

So I’m in the shower doing actual shower things. No not masturbating. One of the things of course was brushing my teeth. When I finished brushing them I did something I generally do afterwards. (No it wasn’t masturbation!) I usually pull the shower curtain away and toss my tooth brush over and into the sink. I do this so I don’t forget the tooth brush in the shower. As for other reasons why I do this: I don’t know.
This time was a little different. I pulled back the curtain and tossed the toothbrush. The problem is I tossed it like I was a Cleveland quarter back and it was way too weak. It missed the sink altogether. It went under the sink which happens to be where we keep our cat’s litter box. I saw this. I cringed and then with nothing else to do I finished my shower. When I got out and dried off this is what I saw:


Yeah my toothbrush managed to land bottom first (thankfully) and standing up in the box. Especially since when I leaned down to pick it up I could see it was sticking out of a freshly made and mostly covered in litter poop.

I yanked it out and scrubbed it off feverishly in the sink. As I was cleaning it off the wifey walks in and sees me. There were pieces of litter in the sink and she looked at me like I was nuts. I explained to her what happened and that really didn’t help.

There you have it I speared a piece of poop with my tooth brush like it was a brown, non whale version of Moby dick. Hahah or Moby Poo!

Why do I keep brushing my teeth in the shower when such bad things seem to keep happening?

For all of you of course.

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