That Darn Cat!

Zeke had a problem and I knew it was really bugging him as I watched him scoot across the grass on his hind end. He was trying, without success, to scrape off a turd that was stuck in his fur underneath his tail. I knew he needed help taking care of the problem but I also knew it would mean trauma for both of us, so I decided to let him solve his own problem any way he could.

Later, I was walking through the garage when I noticed brown streaks across the hood of my car and a small clump of brown stuff on the windshield wiper. I was disgusted by the sight but I also had to admire his ingenuity; the wiper is a good tool for helping to dislodge something sticky.

Glancing around for the culprit, I noticed him scooting across the graveled driveway once again trying to rid himself of the sticky mass. That was it! That cat was going to have a bath. I filled the car wash bucket with warm water, donned my rubber gloves and went to work. I never knew it was possible for a cat to fight, yowl and purr at the same time. And when I was finished with him I took care of the car too.

I felt a sence of accomplishment later, having a clean cat and a sparkling clean car. But then, once again, I was walking through the garage and I noticed that a cat had thrown up on the hood of my freshly washed car! I guess the bath was more upsetting to Zeke than I thought. The moral to this story is to take care of problems when you first notice them, or they might come back to bite you.