The arrival of summer in Hollywood has brought hummingbirds to our backyard, all sorts of fruits and vegetables to our kitchen, warm breezes through our living room, and pile after pile of unexpected cat poop to my bathmat. I'm not entirely sure what started the trend—I think the balance of clumping litter vs. feline pine may have been slightly askew or maybe cleanliness wasn't up to a certain girl's standards—but my little grey cat suddenly decided to begin occasionally hunkering her hairy butt down and leaving me "presents" outside the shower.
I walked into the kitchen and saw it folded in half next to the washing machine. Helpful husband had removed it from my bathroom floor. Except when I flipped it open to spot treat before throwing it in the wash, I discovered that, although he had taken the bathmat out of my bathroom, he'd left the poop rolled up inside of it.
Seriously, Mr. W?
We had a nice chat about how next time he could just leave it for me to find—unfolded—in its original location.
I'm hoping this poopie problem is soon under control. Because, frankly, it stinks.
In the meantime, I decided to make myself feel better by making a few edits and additions to my bathroom decor...
Just so we're clear here, I may be going through training to become a life coach but I will never stop talking about poop. Have a good weekend everyone!