by Sara Belkofer

As you probably already know, it can be pretty difficult to eradicate the smell of cat pee from your home. Making things even more difficult are the masses of confusing or incorrect information about cat odor removal tactics spread across the internet. After more than 20 years of trying to rid my home of “cat stink”, I’ve tried just about everything. Hopefully, through my trial and error, you’ll be able to quickly restore freshness to your home.

Products That Effectively Remove Feline Urine Smells

Enzyme-Based Products

When it comes to removing cat urine odors, enzyme cleansers are the “new black”. In fact, for most people who’ve battled inappropriate urination problems with their pets, “enzyme” is practically a buzzword. There’s no doubt that odor removers based on enzymatic processes can be very effective. Although expensive, they do a great job if the urine hasn’t completely dried and saturated the carpet padding or sub-floor.

Pairing Agents

Of all the odor removal products I’ve used, “pairing agents” are by far the most effective. Unfortunately, it’s hard for consumers to directly order this type of product. After realizing this, I asked my carpet cleaner if he could get the best pairing agent he knew. He was more than happy to help out and this has been my “go to” product ever since. Again this type of product can be quite expensive but it lasts a long time and is far less expensive than replacing a carpet.

Products & Home Remedies That Are NOT Effective

People want to get rid of feline urine odors instantly. (Yes…they really do smell that bad!) As a result, pet owners try to use home remedies. Unfortunately, I have yet to find a home remedy that actually works. Here are just of a few of the one’s I read about on the internet and decided I’d try…but to no avail.

Mouth Wash

The only reason I can think people ever thought this might work (myself included) is that it kills odors in our mouth, e.g. bad breath. Bottom line, mouth wash does not help get rid of cat urine in your carpet, furniture, or anywhere else.

Toothpaste

I guess this is similar to mouth wash in the reason why people think it might work. Let me save you some time; toothpaste will not get rid of cat urine smells. It will, however, create a big gooey mess that will be hard to clean up. My advice? Don’t even try using toothpaste.

Baking Soda

Another home remedy, baking soda isn’t effective either. It’s great at killing airborne, odor-causing bacteria in a refrigerator. But, it’s useless against the highly concentrated, pungent bacteria that cause the odors in cat pee.

The Proper Cat Odor Removal Mindset

Think of it this way; the smell of cat urine is one of the most difficult to eradicate of all odors. To get rid of this stench, you need to use a product that’s developed for this exact purpose. There are plenty of products available on the market, but make sure you do proper research before making a purchase.

About the Author

Hi animal lovers! My name is Sara Belkofer. I’m the owner of six cats and two dogs. (I actually adopted my sixth, Pistachio, just last week!) During my many years of pet ownership, I’ve battled more cat urine smells and stains than I’d like to admit. In fact, I created a blog titled PetLuvR (http://petluvr.net) where I outline the best way to remove cat urine smells from carpet and many other surfaces such as concrete, furniture, and more! If you’re ever stumped on how to get rid of a stinky stain or odor caused by your feline friends, feel free to drop by.

by Niamh Carter

Happy, playful and confident is exactly how I would describe my beloved cat Maisie. When she was a kitten, she looked like the perfect little bundle of fluff. Before she was allowed out of the house for the first time, we installed a normal four way locking cat flap and popped her through it and she was off! Within a few days we noticed she much preferred being indoors (which was the total opposite of our old cat) but we thought maybe it was because she was younger and enjoyed our nice warm house.

Within a couple of weeks we noticed her eating habits had changed massively. She had always been a fussy eater and left most of her meals but since she started going out she was devouring every last bit of her meals and constantly meowing for more. One afternoon I went to feed her and instead of finding our little feline Maisie I came across a rather large tabby cat, better known as the fat tabby from next door, Bandit! Adding to this, Bandit did not just stand there, but was polishing off Maisie’s food! Now things made more sense, Bandit had been sneaking in through the cat flap and eating Maisie’s food.

As weeks went on, things seemed to have gotten worse between Maisie and Bandit. Maisie became a very timid cat, there was cat fight after cat fight and several times Bandit would chase Maisie back home, into the cat flap and then follow himself! We used the locking system on the cat flap to try and prevent him coming in but unfortunately this sometimes ended up with Maisie being locked out instead. I then decided that I needed to purchase a more secure cat flap so Maisie has a safe haven, where she can enjoy her food, uninterrupted sleep and then eventually build her confidence back. Working in a pet store helped me at this point because I already knew of microchip cat flaps and knew this is what I needed for Maisie.

I booked her in at the vets and had her microchipped which was no hassle at all; she was in and out in no time. I then brought home the latest version of the SureFlap, set this up and fitted it in the already used hole from the previous Staywell cat flap. For the first few days we saw Bandit lurking around outside, very confused as to why he couldn’t get in. After the first week or so, we saw a lot less of Bandit and a lot more of Maisie, she was back to leaving some of her meals and seemed much more herself. She is still more timid than she was at first but we’re hoping this is the start of her getting her confidence back and she will soon be that happy and playful cat we love.

About the author

Niamh Carter is a fan of Easy Animal, a family run business based in the heart of Staffordshire with many years experience of handling cats & dogs. It’s through their love for pets that they jointly made the decision to bring to the marketplace an exciting range of products backed up by free advice on any aspect of pet care and training.

by Sarah Brillinger

This is my little girl, Nikita, who is now 5 years old. This story takes place when she was 4 years old and suddenly stopped eating.

I knew something bad was brewing in her mouth as her breath was atrocious and her annual vet appointments were pointing out the red, raw gums despite her teeth being perfectly healthy. As it turns out, some cats just have hyperactive immune systems and sometimes the body will attack itself. She was the runt of her litter and has had quite a few health issues during her life, so I suspect she was just born delicate. For some reason, the gums were the target.

This particular morning, I woke up and she refused to eat or drink so I knew it was time to take action. We went straight to the dental vet who surgically removed all of her teeth with the exception of the canines. I knew in advance that this may be the path we would have to take as water additives, tooth paste etc. made no impact on her gum condition.

Due to her size (5 lbs – she’s tiny), he felt it was best to place a feeding tube while she was healing and suggested one that is surgically placed straight into her stomach or esophagus. I did a little research and felt more comfortable going down the esophageal route as there seemed to be less of a chance of infection.

When I picked her up, it was a big shock to see my little girl with a tube coming out of her throat, the tube line stitched into her skin between the shoulder blades, and wearing a little sweater (to help hold the line in place), but it was definitely the right thing to do.

In the 2 weeks that followed, I was able to feed her and administer the medications through the tube which turned out to be crucial as she was not feeling well enough to eat on her own. The feeding and medication schedule was complicated (and I was extremely sleep deprived as a result) as she needed food every 6 hours, certain medications every 8 hours or every 12. I had charts and notes to keep track of the schedule but if the tube wasn’t in place, I don’t know how we would have coped. She wasn’t even drinking water on her own, so things would have been dire without it.

The vet recommended cleaning the hole around the tube and I monitored it very closely but it never seemed to need it. She seemed to be most bothered by wearing the sweater and didn’t seem to notice the tube or hole in her throat very often. The tube itself was easy to take care of as it just needed to be flushed with water after every use.

The tube placement wasn’t on a set timeline but Nikita let me know when she was ready to have it out. She finally expressed interest in food and started pawing at the tube line so I knew she was ready. A trip back to the vet confirmed it and he was able to remove it by simply pulling it out.  I was extremely concerned about him pulling it out (I can’t imagine that feels very good) but I wasn’t allowed in the room when it happened. I made sure to keep the pain killers going when we returned home and the hole in her throat closed over within about 2 days.

The vet tells me her mouth healed amazingly fast compared to other cats and there were absolutely no complications to the surgery or after care. It’s been over a year since this happened and she’s like a kitten again! Her gums are perfectly pink and she’s able to eat with no problem despite not having most of her teeth removed. She primarily eats soft food but still gums the hard food and loves her treats so this really hasn’t slowed her down.

The whole experience was extremely stressful on both of us but the only other alternative was her living in chronic pain which wasn’t a realistic option. I don’t ever wish to repeat this experience but I certainly do not regret it. I would recommend having a dental vet perform the surgery if your pet is suffering from gum disease or rotten teeth based on this experience, but be prepared for an impact on your wallet. This whole experience cost around $3000.00 CDN.

About the Author

Sarah is a blogger who lives in Ottawa (Canada) with her three cats. She can be found at http://threecatsandagirl.blogspot.com .

by Helen Hollick

I am an author. I write Historical Fiction and pirate-based adventure. I have a pleasant office, with my desk beside a window which looks out over a small patio, a pond, and some trees. The wisteria hanging down over the pergola is beautiful in spring.

My two cats love fishing and climbing; hanging from a trailing wisteria creeper is the feline equivalent of bungee jumping. The window must remain open even though they have a perfectly good cat flap. Who wants to use the public entrance when the private one is much more fun?

Mab is black and white and almost two years old. She’s more aloof than ten month old Sybil, the white and black cat. Sybil’s full name is Sybil Suitcase for as a small kitten she was found abandoned in a suitcase. When she came to us she was very frightened and hid for almost three weeks, but she was eventually lured out with toy mice and ribbons – oh my goodness does she love ribbons!

I have had cats for many years, including Basil, Poppy, Tizzy, Allie Cat, Daisy and Maddie. There was also Bootsie, who stole some steak from a neighbour’s kitchen and Bill, a retriever cat. He used to bring me presents. Not boring cat things like birds and mice. He collected pegs, string, slices of bread (meant for the birds), take-away food cartons, newspaper binder twine… all of it came in through the cat flap to be left on my kitchen floor. The worst gift was a corn cob. That inner bit of cob looks revolting without its outer layer of corn, and at first, you’re not sure what it actually is.

I realised I was a slave to my cats when I was trying to write a difficult chapter and had to keep bobbing about to see the VDU screen because Sybil was trying to catch the moving cursor. And I have sat here at my desk wearing fingerless mittens while wrapped in a blanket because Mab insists on the window being open.

Cats, Kittens and mittens – I wouldn’t be without any of them!

About the Author

Helen Hollick started writing pony stories as a teenager. She moved onto science fiction and fantasy, and then discovered the delight of writing historical fiction.

Helen is published in the UK and USA with her books about King Arthur and the 1066 Battle of Hastings, officially making the USA Today best seller list with her novel Forever Queen. She also writes a series of seafaring books inspired by her love of the Golden Age of Piracy.

Helen lives on the outskirts of London with her husband, adult daughter, a dog, two cats, and two horses. She is investing in a SureFlap cat flap because a local tom has become an unwanted nuisance. Sybil and Mab often lose their collars so a magnetic flap will be no use – SureFlap operated by the cat’s own microchip seems the perfect solution. And the window will have to remain closed. Sorry Mab!

by Amanda Maurer Woodhead

Sometimes it’s funny to watch how guests react when they come to my home for the first time. Within minutes, if they don’t know us too well, they usually ask, “What’s wrong with your cats?”

You see, my husband and I have two special needs cats that have a condition called cerebellar hypoplasia that makes them wobble when they walk. While our guests’ first reactions may be of surprise or concern, within minutes our cats win them over with their sweet personalities and adorable antics.

I adopted our first cerebellar hypoplasia cat nearly five years ago when I was looking to adopt a cat after graduating college. I had been looking on Petfinder.com and had found a special needs kitten that walked like a “drunken sailor.” As I learned more about his condition, I knew we were meant to be. If I was going to love any cat, it was going to be one that needed it the most.

Cerebellar hypoplasia is a neurological condition few cats are born with. It means that the cerebellum, the part of the brain that coordinates movement and fine motor skills, was underdeveloped at birth. This results in less developed, clumsy movements including a “drunken” gait, and head tremors.

Some cats have very slight cases of cerebellar hypoplasia; others have cases so severe that they can’t walk. It’s important to remember that these cats are not in pain nor are they sick. They are simply clumsy. And we love that about them.

Fast forward a few years and my husband and I now have two cats with “CH.” They are two of the greatest cats I’ve ever known, and the past few years have been rather interesting. Caring for a special needs pet not only means that you learn a great deal, but you may need to make some changes in your home to accommodate your pet.

Since every cat with cerebellar hypoplasia has it to a different degree, their needs and abilities differ a good deal. Consequently, CH cat parents find all sorts of ways to help their cats. The main idea behind everything CH cat parents do is to make life a bit easier for their clumsy cats. While folks have found a hundred different ways to help them, it usually involves making some simple changes around the home.

For example, hardwood floors or stairs can be very difficult for some CH cats to navigate. As a result, CH cat parents may lay down rugs for traction or block off their stairs so the cat won’t slip and fall down them.

Other CH cats have trouble getting into standard litter pans, so their pet parents may buy or make a litter pan with a lower entry and high sides that the cat can lean against. Eating and drinking can be a challenge since some CH cats have trouble focusing and aiming, so their pet parents may purchase larger (think dog-size) food and water bowls.

All in all, the changes we’ve made around our home have been rather simple, and most folks wouldn’t notice them. Yet, even these little changes have helped our cats a great deal.

The funny thing is, when most people hear about cerebellar hypoplasia cats and the challenges they face, they often think it’s rather tragic. Oddly enough, I find these cats to be anything but. They don’t know that they are different from other cats, and they take on challenges beautifully. In fact, they’re some of the most inspirational and loving pets I’ve ever known, and as a pet parent, you can’t ask for anything more.

About the Author

Amanda Maurer Woodhead began her blog lifewithchcats.com to connect with other CH cat pet parents, share tips and lessons, and to inform others about these special cats. She currently lives with her husband and two cats in Chicago where she works for an Internet marketing company.

by Audrey Porterman

My cat Gozer is about six years old. While she’s no kitten anymore, she is still pretty energetic. She still loves to chase around her laser toy, and she is happy to wrestle with my Siberian Husky or my Beagle any day. She’s never been sick or shown any signs of slowing down, so I was a bit surprised when we found out earlier this year that she had a urinary tract infection.

Symptoms

Like humans, cats with a urinary tract infection experience difficult or painful urination as one of the primary symptoms. Unfortunately, Gozer can’t talk, and she couldn’t tell us that she was experiencing this. What we did notice was that she was acting finicky around the litter box, going on the floor instead of inside the box and mewing when she did try to use the box. We also noticed that she wasn’t going nearly as often, or that when she would go, she would go on the carpet or other places that she wasn’t supposed to go.

When we noticed her cleaning herself often – and crying while she was doing it – we decided it was time to take her to the vet.

Diagnosis

The vet gave Gozer a physical exam, and he noted that her bladder wall felt hard. Based on her symptoms, he said he suspected a urinary tract infection but that he wanted to rule out other potential problems like kidney stones.

The vet performed an x-ray and ordered blood and urine tests. The urine tests revealed that there was blood in her urine, and it confirmed the presence of a urinary tract infection.

Treatment

After the urinary tract infection was confirmed, our vet gave us a prescription for some antiobiotics and recommended that we switch to an all-natural brand of cat food. He also suggested that we offer Gozer more water over the next few days.

Fortunately, she did not have any kidney stones, and the infection was caught early so it did not progress to the point where it might have needed surgery. After just a few days, our kitty was feeling back to her old self again and chasing after our dogs!

About the Author

Audrey Porterman is the main researcher and writer for doctoralprograms.org. Her most recent accomplishment includes graduating from Ohio State, with a degree in business management. Her current focus for the site involves psychology phd programs and executive doctorate.

by Vicki Cook

I love cats. I have always loved cats. I am not one of those people who discovered cats later in life. No – I was born with the cat lady gene. Or as Lady Gaga would say: “I’m on the right track, Baby, I was born this way.”

I was the kid who always brought home stray cats  - and some not so stray cats – basically any cat that walked up to me. In elementary school, one of my first essays was called “The Care and Feeding of the Domestic House Cat.” And of course, I drew pictures of cats – lots and lots of cats.

When I had graduated from high school, my boyfriend at the time wanted a kitten, so of course I got him one, without checking with his parents first… Let me just say his mother was NOT a cat lady, so the kitten went home with me.

This cat, who was later named Jasmine (a.k.a. Jazz), became an extremely important part of my life. Any cat lady will tell you that there’s one cat that truly changes your life, and for me that was Jazz. She was with me from the time I was eighteen years old and still living at my mother’s house. She moved with me to my first apartment and kept me company while I adjusted to living by myself. And she went with me again when I moved in with my future husband (love me, love my cat).

Jazz adjusted to living with the two of us and even accepted the puppy I had the gall to bring home.  She had a series of health issues over the years and a couple of close calls, but she always bounced back. Several years later, she moved with us when we relocated from our hometown to a city about four hours away.

Jazz had the ability to adjust to anything that was thrown at her. A new human, a puppy, several moves, and on-going health issues were no problem for her. She just kept going, and going, and going. We eventually adopted another cat, moved again, and adopted yet another dog. She was queen of the household and everyone knew it, but she was a gracious queen.

Jazz lived with me for sixteen years. She was with me throughout my early adulthood and all the important changes that happened during that time. And she touched me in a way that no other pet ever had before. But eventually her little heart wound down.

I remember that day very well. We had gone away for the weekend and had just come home. She was sitting on the arm of the sofa looking so tired she could hardly keep her eyes open. She came over and sat with me, and all she wanted was to be held. Suspecting what was happening, I held her as much as I could, but when it came time to go to bed, I put her in the bathroom and closed the door. I didn’t want her crawling off somewhere during the night – crawling into the floor space in the basement or getting outside.

When I woke up in the morning, she had already passed away.I wrapped her in a towel and held her and cried. I called my vet to let her know that Jazz was gone. Eventually we took her to be cremated, and when we got her ashes back, we buried her in the backyard and planted a rosebush on top.

That was twenty years ago, and I have had many cats since then. But there will only be one Jasmine.

About the Author

Vicki Cook is a passionate pet blogger and full-time crazy cat lady. She currently shares her home with four indoor cats (KC, Zelda, Boyzie and Sugar) and one outdoor cat (Breckin). Her blog is called Bunny’s Blog, and it focuses on animals and animal-related causes. You can visit her at http://bunnyjeancook.blogspot.com/.

by Deborah Barnes – Author of The Chronicles of Zee & Zoey – A Journey of the Extraordinarily Ordinary

One, two, three or more cats – there are just some things to which any cat guardian can relate. Case in point: I know for a fact that I have seven cats. I have a beautiful photo to prove it; I even know all of their names and can recognize them properly about 90% of the time without getting them mixed up. So, why does it seem like there are dozens of cats living in the house?

Several months ago, during the Christmas holidays when my kids came to visit, it seemed like everywhere I turned there were cats. I’m making cookies and am surrounded by them, their fur, and their dander (my secret ingredient). When I was wrapping presents, they were all over the place – some of them sitting on wrapping paper, some chewing on ribbon and some hiding inside empty gift bags. When we sat on the couch to watch Christmas movies, it was like a conveyor belt of cats as we saw them randomly walking to and fro with an air of confidence and urgency past the TV. And why is it that for no apparent reason, a cat just feels the need to get up and walk from one point to another? I could understand it if they were going to the litter box or the food dish, but no, they just get up and walk a few feet away from where they were previously standing.

Even the simplest of activities becomes a cat convention for me. A quick trip to the bathroom has at least one cat on my lap. Obviously I don’t want to be sitting on the toilet all day while my cat decides this is the ideal opportunity to get acquainted and bond with me. When I am sitting on a regular chair with all the time in the world, the cats won’t come near me. Well, unless it is my office chair and I have important work to get done. Then, there is always a cat sitting smack in the center of it without any hint of moving on my behalf. So, yes, I do perch precariously on the edge of the chair so as not to wake the darling. The remaining throng of cats will be on top of the keyboard and blocking the monitor. I could have sworn the office was empty when I walked into the room…

At night, before I go to bed, I always get my clothes ready for work for the next day. I think I am completely alone, but as soon as I open the closet door, it is literally instantly filled with cats. How do they do that? And how is it that they are already on the top shelf? When I finally get to bed and try to get some sleep, there seems to be an endless changing of the guards as one cat after another tries to find that perfect “snuggle spot” on the bed (or my head). When I wake up in the morning to get ready for work, stumbling to get out of bed, I feel like I have tripped over at least a dozen cats before I make it to the bathroom. The last thing I do before I leave for work is scoop litter boxes. No sooner am I done scooping one box when a cat appears to use it again. I move on to the next litter box to find another cat waiting. Sigh…

It’s like those little sponge capsules we got as kids – just add water and watch the creatures grow!! The only time I feel like we don’t have any cats at all is when the cat carrier comes out. Oddly enough, all the cats then vanish without a trace of evidence.

About the Author

Deborah Barnes currently resides in South Florida and after an unexpected life-changing event she decided to follow her dreams of becoming an author, using the relationship of her cats as inspiration for her first book. She is also the author of the popular blog, Zee & Zoey’s Chronicle Connection. Visit Deborah at: http://www.zeezoey.com

by Carol M. Upton

A door is a door is a door, unless you’re a cat, then it’s so much more. For our cats, the very essence of “ordinary to extraordinary” is no more clearly defined than in that statement. ~ Deborah Barnes

If you treat yourself to one special book this year, make it The Chronicles of Zee and Zoey, a remarkable first work by Deborah Barnes. In it, Barnes describes the essence of her cats in fascinating detail and shares her own personal journey alongside them to the ‘unlimited possibility of the extraordinary.’

Zee and Zoey are the charismatic stars of The Chronicles, but Barnes also introduces readers to the evolving cast of characters of an entire feline community. Her writing inspires a profound and dynamic connection with each and every one of them.

Playful, quirky, loving, yet cunning, determined and pushy, cats are treasured family members who share emotions just as their human counterparts. I was quickly immersed in the richness of their lively stories, and the laughter and tears that are part of sharing our lives with these sensitive creatures. Barnes exquisitely captures how they give us so much in exchange for so little.

The stories are graced by stunning photographs and custom artwork, and are backlit by the life lessons that cats share by just being cats. We are gently encouraged to wake up and enjoy each day, not as we might wish it to be, but as it is – full of mystery, beauty, and the opportunity to welcome whatever we have before us.

Each page will gift the reader with something to remember. This book may be the most inspired and rewarding read of the year for anyone who has ever known or loved an animal.

Deborah Barnes currently resides in South Florida and after an unexpected life-changing event, she decided to follow her dreams of becoming an author, using the relationship of her cats as inspiration for her first book. She is also the author of the popular blog, Zee & Zoey’s Chronicle Connection. Visit Deborah at: http://www.zeezoey.com

by Debbie Glovatsky (aka Glogirly), written from her cat Katie’s point of view.

Hi everyone, Katie here.

The story I’m about to share is shocking.  It’s true.  And “gasp” it could happen to you.  Please… kittens, step away from the computer.

Glogirly and the one we call Gloman travel on occasion.  I’m abandoned.  Left behind, often in the sporadic care of a cat sitter that rings the doorbell and smells of CAT.  I don’t mean this in a good way.

When the two don’t travel together, I am spared the evil sitter.  It’s a party when Gloman’s away.  Me and my girl, we sleep in, stay up late and eat cereal in bed watching chick movies.

When Glogirly’s away, it’s another story.  A kitty can take only so much CNN and hot dogs.  I suppose I should consider myself lucky he keeps my food and water fresh and full.  But my needs stretch beyond what goes in.

Let’s talk about what comes out.  I will account for you the harrowing incident I call SHOWER CADDY TERROR.

First, a little background information; I have my own bathroom. It’s tastefully decorated and appointed with all the necessary amenities.

Glogirly converted an unused walk-in shower into a lovely little stall for my litter box. The curtain provides privacy while I take care of my daily ‘needs’. She’s covered the drain to keep out the rogue litter escapees. The shower enclosure allows me to dig with fervor yet avoid spraying the entire bathroom with litter. She says clean up is easier. I say she should clean up a bit more often. But that’s a whole other story.

In an effort to have a place for everything and everything in its place, Glogirly hung a shower caddy inside my enclosure to house my litter essentials; Ziploc’s and garbage bags, Dawn and Windex, air freshener and a poo scoop.

Now it’s worth noting that my private litter room is in the lowest level of my three-story townhouse.  Its remote location, I found out one day, became its curse.

Even with my litter-maid Glogirly out of town, Gloman felt no reason to check in on my private bathroom.  Days passed, and still Gloman stuck to the higher levels of the townhouse.  That’s where CNN and the hot dogs are after all.

Lost in oblivion, he had no idea the terror that had struck downstairs.  The train tracks that run just behind the townhouse had been particularly busy with traffic that week, causing a lot of vibration, vibration that caused the townhouse to shake. Ok, you’ve got it, haven’t you?  The caddy and all of its contents flew right off the shower head and landed square on top of my box.

With Glogirly gone, Gloman was my only hope of rescue.  For what seemed like a month and a lifetime, I was forced to do my business whilst balancing my little kitty feet atop the metal rungs of the shower caddy. I had to do #1 AND #2 right through the metal grate, dodging the Windex bottle and that stupid air freshener tree. I couldn’t even reach to bury the remains. How embarrassing is THAT!

Finally, Gloman discovered my plight. I could tell he was biting his lip to keep from laughing though. I heard him on the phone with Glogirly too. There were a couple awww’s, then VERY loud laughing and cackling. I’d like to see THEM balance barefoot on top of the equivalent of a chain link fence while squatting over THEIR toilet!

Fortunately Gloman cleared the carnage… but only after much inappropriate laughter.

So where does this leave me?  I have questions, many questions.

What if I had been IN my box when this whole thing went down? What then? Would they have found me dead under a shower caddy? Buried in my own…? What would the obituary say? What about my headstone?  And the monument in the city square? More famous in death than in life, I’d be an embarrassment to cats across the globe.

About the Author

Guest bloggers Katie & Glogirly are the creative minds behind the hilarious GLOGIRLY-Tails Of A Cat And Her Girl. Their blog is voiced by Katie, the sarcastic and sharp-tongued kitty, known for her enchanting tuxie-girl mustache.  Glogirly is her ever-faithful, eye-rolling human.  Together they take on the blogosphere by storm with dazzling photography, Photoshop prowess and witty accounts of life from a cat’s point of view.  Recently the duo launched their own YouTube Channel featuring their newest creation, The Real Housecats Of The Blogosphere, a clever reality series featuring catty bloggers from all over the world.