Graymalkin, being blind, doesn’t always know how the bathroom works. He often digs a hole in our tiny back patio space, only to stand in it while pooping outside of it.
About once a month, he misses the litter box.
And when he does, it’s spectacular.
He always manages to let loose what seems like a pint of pee, which goes all over the bathroom. He then tries to “cover” it, which means swiping at the tile floor, spreading it around even further. The pee footprints then go all over the house.
When I woke up this morning, I could smell pee, but it wasn’t my primary concern. My back was really bad yesterday. I could get out of bed, however, to discover where the smell was coming from.
Since I didn’t think I should tackle that with a bad back, I closed the bathroom door and went to put paper towels over the paw prints.
And that’s when my back locked all the way up.
Dante will get home from work soon. I wonder if he’ll want to clean up piss or take me to the doctor first.
