Ok so, a couple weeks ago- I think it was when Ruby was getting her first tooth, so she was in need of extra attention- Grayson pulls the ultimate act of.....catness.
I don't remember the details exactly, because, well, I don't remember anything anymore, but this is how I remember it. I was carrying Ruby upstairs and into our bedroom, and I hadn't turned the light on yet. I was with her on the bed, and immediately she crawls toward the end of the bed, to be a little cacahead. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Grayson coming into the room, but walking in a really weird way. I first just assumed he was dragging a sock or some other inanimate object that suddenly is nice juice prey to him. I then realized he was dragging something, but it was in such a weird way that it freaked me out, so I put Ruby in her crib, run over and turn on the light. I then see that Grayson has pulled the mat that sits in front of his litter box from the laundry room into our bedroom, spilling feline pine all over the floor. I start looking around more, and notice that there are now pieces of POO all over the carpet. HOW?! you ask? Well you see, Grayson is very particular about his box, and when it's too full, he will crap on the mat in front of his box. As in, "Hello, bastards, clean out my box NOW please." (And yes, you guessed it, Dave is in charge of cleaning out the boxes.) So now Grayson is pretty much saying, "Fine then, dammit, if aren't going to come to my poo, I will make the poo come to you." So all this time, Ruby is in her crib crying, but now I have to pick up the pieces of poo, vacuum up the feline pine, spray, scrub, pick up the laundry that Dave was "sorting" on the floor (even though we have separate baskets for each type of load) piece by piece to make sure no piece of poo was flung into it, and then cover each spot I cleaned with a paper towel so that I don't step in it after. In a fit of rage and disbelief I leave a voicemail on Dave's cell phone, and I can't help but start to laugh as I'm explaining it all. Not a ha-ha laugh, I think it was more of a hysterically tired, stresses, and sick of it all laugh. Like the way that you laugh on the phone sometimes, you poor thing. But just be glad you don't have attention-whoring cats.
