Bad Mama December 17, 2004
I did my best to make sure my husband had a good birthday despite the circumstances of the week. I did numerous things to help celebrate his bday, one of which was to buy “Happy Birthday” balloons and display them around the apartment. Sounded like a good idea at the time. At the end of the day I popped all of the balloons and threw all of the pieces into the trash. At least I thought I did.
Last night it became obvious that someone had had some fun in the litter box. I had seen Salvador go into the kitty bathroom (yes, our cats have their own bathroom) and apparently he did not do the best burying job in the world as evidenced by the stench flowing down the hallway. I went to go attend to the situation when I noticed a bright orange poop in the litter box. What the hell? Upon further investigation, I discovered that there was a big piece of orange balloon along with a smaller piece of blue balloon in my cat’s poop.
Talk about a serious guilt trip. I felt like the worst kitty mama in the world. I guess I dropped a couple of pieces of balloon on the way to the trash and my crazy cat felt the need to eat them. I’m just glad they came out the other end. We do not need another thousand dollar vet bill right now.
While feeling like total crap for allowing this to happen I told my husband, “This is why we can’t have kids. I would end up killing them.” I don’t really believe that, but man, I felt like such a bad mom. Salvador has already forgiven me, though. What would I do without my furballs? Not only are they a source of constant entertainment, they are the best buddies.
I have learned my lesson. We’ve added balloons to the list of things that are not allowed in the apartment. I guess the fun never ends.
- Posted in : my furry children
- Author : amanda
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