Cats are evil
I admit I don't like cats, although I've often liked individual cats - what I hate is being jumped on unexpectedly, so cats in houses where they aren't trained not to jump on people or furniture and are allowed in bedrooms or to stay in at night, therefore freaking me out, are the ones I can't deal with.
Today, however, I think other people might agree with me. I was bagging up all the leaves and ivy in the middle of the patio, and while I was at it decided to continue chopping down dead jasmine - a process I started last year and discovered a 6-foot tree I didn't know I had. After a couple hours, a lot more light was coming into that corner of the garden and there's about another 4-foot square area of accessible earth.
Unfortunately that area included various bits of rubbish, like old towels, planks, and plastic sheets. The last of which has clearly been used by a cat for many months to shit on. So of course my boots and jeans ended up covered in the stuff. And from standing near it, and in taking my clothes off for washing, my hands reeked of cat piss until I'd scrubbed them about 5 times and used up half a bar of soap.
Lovely.
Am now wearing my old paint-and-acid-spattered jeans and finding that yes, you really do need boot-cut jeans (as they all seem to be nowadays) to fit over knee-high boots. Can't really blame that on the cat. though.
Today, however, I think other people might agree with me. I was bagging up all the leaves and ivy in the middle of the patio, and while I was at it decided to continue chopping down dead jasmine - a process I started last year and discovered a 6-foot tree I didn't know I had. After a couple hours, a lot more light was coming into that corner of the garden and there's about another 4-foot square area of accessible earth.
Unfortunately that area included various bits of rubbish, like old towels, planks, and plastic sheets. The last of which has clearly been used by a cat for many months to shit on. So of course my boots and jeans ended up covered in the stuff. And from standing near it, and in taking my clothes off for washing, my hands reeked of cat piss until I'd scrubbed them about 5 times and used up half a bar of soap.
Lovely.
Am now wearing my old paint-and-acid-spattered jeans and finding that yes, you really do need boot-cut jeans (as they all seem to be nowadays) to fit over knee-high boots. Can't really blame that on the cat. though.