Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s “Cat Poop Day.”
Not just today, but every day is Cat Poop Day.
Because cats around the world, both domestic and wild, poop every day. Yes, every day. It’s a thing they do, much like humans, to extol the virtues of cleansing the body of stuff they don’t need.
It’s food. Those darn cats eat food every day. Sometimes several times a day…meat, grains, meat, vegetables, meat, fuzz off the carpet, etc. So, some of what goes in must come out. Gibbs and Ziva concur. Although they eat a very good product, there is still bodily waste and they still poop. I continue to scoop their poop as the three of us have a symbiotic relationship: I feed, they poop, I scoop, they run.
Yes, sometimes the run is good after the poop. A crazy run.
“Some say post-poop freak-outs, or ” zoomies,” are a carryover survival instinct, so that predators can’t trace the smell back to the kitty responsible for it. Others, including a veterinarian, say that it can be a sign of discomfort stemming from food allergies or even an infection. Still others, including another veterinarian, say that using the litter box might lend some fresh energy to cats, and they burn off the high with a favorite exercise: running frantically around the house. It could also be that cats run to cast off any remnants of waste. Or perhaps kitties sprint, some cat lovers speculate, because they can’t stand the smell of their own droppings.” ~The Dodo~
The latter would be Gibbs. I can’t stand the smell of his poop, so I can only imagine how it affects Gibbs, the mountain lion, especially when he’s in too much of a hurry to cover up. Stinky boy!
One morning, as I was scooping feline waste out of the litter box and placing it in a bag-lined, five-gallon ice cream pail, Natasha was headed down the hall. She could only see the latter half of me, kneeling behind a large Le Chat Noir privacy screen. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m praying to Jesus.”
That was my dead-pan response. I don’t know why I said that and wonder if The Man upstairs chuckled or gave me demerits, but both Natasha and I had a good laugh over it. Now, when Natasha sees me huddled over the clumps in the box, she will ask, “Are you praying to Jesus?”
Why yes, yes I am!
I am praying for the health of Gibbs and Ziva, that they live long lives, and that the mountain lion learns to cover up his smelly leftovers. (That would be good, Jesus, if you could put a bug in Gibbs’ furry ear.) As long as I’m kneeling and inhaling cat litter dust, I may as well do something positive.
While I’m scooping and praying, dear peeps, enjoy Cat Poop Day. It’s not an official holiday, but it’s a reminder that faithful, caring cat people are doing their best to keep the litter box under control and the world a more fragrant place in which to live.
If you’re not a cat person, feel free to have your own special day. Perhaps Dog Drool Day?
Linda G. Hill has her own glorious day: One-Liner Wednesday. Click HERE to see the details and feel free to play along by posting your own one-liner and linking your post to Linda’s Wednesday words of wisdom.