When I were knee high to a grasshopper, my cat pooed on my Mum's bed.
I don't mean a little bean of poo. We're talking major league excrement. Cat Diahorrhea of the highest order.

That cat exited the house by means of an open window. Thankfully, there was a roof below it, so the moggy got a safe landing.

2 weeks later, when she repeated the feat on my bed, she nearly got the same treatment. Until Mum, at the last second, realised there was a 14-foot drop on to concrete. So she rubbed the cat's nose in it instead.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Tue 2 Feb 2010, 10:52, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Cat-killer!
And I don't think the nose thing works on cats.
And if it was diaorrhea, then it wasn't naughtiness.
You and your mum are future serial killers AICMFP.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 2 Feb 2010, 10:55, Reply)

It turned out, sadly, that the cat had cat AIDS, and had to be put down.
:( Poor Topsy.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Tue 2 Feb 2010, 10:59, Reply)

Assisted death, eh?

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 2 Feb 2010, 11:02, Reply)

My cat. Her death. The Vet's choice.

( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Tue 2 Feb 2010, 11:07, Reply)