Diarrhea, cha cha cha

Wasn't it "Beavis & Butthead" who sang "Diarrhea, cha cha cha" to their friend "Daria"? Well, now I'm the one singing it to my mommy.

She fed Kadi and me some new wet food from Mow Mix last night -- the "Filet Meow" flavor. Well, Kadi never farted more than after she ate that stuff, and I got a BAD case of the runs. I was within a foot of the litterbox when I just couldn't hold it in anymore -- I left what looked like melted dark chocolate all over the rug!

Not just the rug, but also the cord to the vacuum cleaner, which was coiled up neatly on the floor. It was a glorious mess!

And Mommy had just tried yesterday to find her favorite pet stain treatment at several stores, and she couldn't find it and was planning to try again today to get some. HAH. She used lots of soap and mostly got the shit stains off of the carpet and off of the vacuum cleaner cord, but she was dizzy from trying not to breathe in the funk. I took that time to wipe my ass in FOUR PLACES on the carpet. Wow! That was a ton of shit that got stuck in my ass fur!!! She found me hiding in the bathroom and lifted up my tail, only to see even more fudge left in my crack. So she took a bunch of feminine wipes and made my ass clean again.

I didn't mind that, suprisingly. But what was funny was that after she cleaned my ass, I sat on a Wal-Mart receipt, and it was stuck to my butt as I walked across the house. Mommy was in the living room when she saw me, and she laughed and unstuck the receipt from my ass.

All in all, a typical day! :)