I loved that cat.
She was a rescue cat, and stayed in my room as she didn't get along with the others. This is way back when I was 18 and still lived at home with my parents. The cat was one of three and the latest addition to the household.

There were many habits that would have been classed as anti-social - urinating on uneaten food. A sinus condition that left every flat surface in my room with a veneer of mucous, but the incident that really stands out was waking in the very small hours because my feet were strangely cold. As I woke, I noticed the smell - fetid and unpleasant. A quick examination revealed that the cat had had diarrhea all over my feet at some point in the night....

It was later that I realised it was only when it went cold that it became a problem. It must have been lovely and warm when it was fresh....

Cats rule.
( Larry Death Anger Pain Fear Aggression, Fri 24 Jun 2011, 20:24, Reply)