06-19-2008, 05:50 PM
Never underestimate the aromatic properties of cat shit. And Mrs. Handley is right....cats shit when they are scared.
One time when we were moving, Himself decided to transport a pet cat loose in the car, rather than go to the trouble of confining her in a kennel. What could one elderly cat get up to in a small car, after all? So he wrapped the cat in a blanket, entrusted her to the strong arms of a male volunteer, and off they went for the 20-minute drive to the new home.
A few miles down the highway the cat began to make an unearthly moaning sound. She then proceeded to claw her way out of the blanket (shredding the male volunteer in the process) and ran all over the car and driver, shitting as she went. Himself was veering wildly all over the highway; his friend was screaming and mopping at the blood streaming down his chest. After several circuits of the vehicle's interior, the cat went to earth under the passenger seat, and vented her feelings some more.
It took two days to talk the cat out from under the passenger seat, and we never did get the smell out of that car.
But that's not why my husband hates cats. No, that is directly related to the cat who used to piss in his typewriter....but that's a tale for another day.
One time when we were moving, Himself decided to transport a pet cat loose in the car, rather than go to the trouble of confining her in a kennel. What could one elderly cat get up to in a small car, after all? So he wrapped the cat in a blanket, entrusted her to the strong arms of a male volunteer, and off they went for the 20-minute drive to the new home.
A few miles down the highway the cat began to make an unearthly moaning sound. She then proceeded to claw her way out of the blanket (shredding the male volunteer in the process) and ran all over the car and driver, shitting as she went. Himself was veering wildly all over the highway; his friend was screaming and mopping at the blood streaming down his chest. After several circuits of the vehicle's interior, the cat went to earth under the passenger seat, and vented her feelings some more.
It took two days to talk the cat out from under the passenger seat, and we never did get the smell out of that car.
But that's not why my husband hates cats. No, that is directly related to the cat who used to piss in his typewriter....but that's a tale for another day.