I noticed that he was dragging his rear end around the living room floor. I figured that wasn't a good sign, so I tried to get near him to investigate.
He had a dingle, which was now matted to the fur on his rear end from dragging his rear end on the hardwood floors. Ok, so that clearly can't stay there, and I needed to figure out where he'd dragged his butt so I could clean it up.
I started with a damp paper towel, thinking I could merely pull it off his fur. I kinda trapped him between my lower legs with his head facing behind me. I picked up both back paws so he was stuck, and tried to pull the dingle off. I got it off, but his fur was still dirty. He ran away when I let him go. So I found an old towel, and wet down half of it. I got him into the guest bath (because it's bigger, but still a space that I could close him into). At first he tried to run away from me, but when he finally laid down, he submitted to me cleaning his rear end with the damp towel.
So you'd think that that would have been enough. But no. Later in the evening he was feeling more perky again (after a catnap), so he was exploring. I had an empty tissue box on the coffee table. He knocked it to the floor, where it landed upright. So of course he stuck his head into it to investigate. His head promptly got stuck. So he was flailing his head back and forth, bonking the box on either the couch or the coffee table until I was able to get to him to get the box off his head. I then threw it away so that we wouldn't have a repeat of the situation.
His pride sufficiently wounded for one evening, he finally settled into a long nap on the back of the sofa. I thought his very bad day was almost over when I went to get ready for bed. But I was mistaken. Both the cats like to jump up on the bathroom counter when I'm in there so they can investigate what I'm doing, play with the running water, etc. Sometimes they jump directly onto the counter, and sometimes they jump onto the toilet seat and from there to the counter.
Cody chose to jump onto the toilet seat. Given the kind of day he was having, I could have told him that that would be a bad idea, but oh well. So he tried to jump onto the toilet seat, was going too fast and landed with both left feet (front and back) in the toilet. He immediate jumped onto the bathmat and then tried to clean up his wet feet, but the damage was done. I picked him up and carried him to bed so there'd be no more mishaps. And he hasn't had such a bad day since.Posted by cshell at March 12, 2007 11:15 AM