In case you don't remember because I hardly ever write here, I have one Good Cat and one Bad Cat. You may remember Bad Cat from this episode. You can rest easy knowing that I accidentally switched back to the brand of deodorant he prefers, and I am once again peeling him daily from his attachment to my armpits.
This is actually a very short post.
I have learned over time to psychically predict when Bad Cat is about to pee because he starts to yowl several minutes ahead of time. Lest you decide my cat has a urinary tract infection and start getting all judgy, I will preemptively tell you that you are wrong so that you don't embarrass yourself later. He's fine. My hordes of friends all know about my cat's weird habits. In fact, when we're in the restaurant and one of my friends has to pee, she will meow loudly in my ear so I exit the booth and let her pass. Or, alternatively, she will meyowl softly in my ear, which is almost not disturbing at all.
Anyway, Bad Cat had just spent a good half hour working up bladder pressure by antagonizing and violating Good Cat after an unfortunate exposure to catnip. When Good Cat smells catnip, he's mellow and craves White Castle. When Bad Cat smells catnip, he gets violent, angry, and amorously lascivious, all at once.
He disappeared to the litter box, and within seconds, I heard the screeching meows beginning. However, unlike in his normal potty excursions, the meowing did not soon stop. Oh no... it increased in both volume and duration. It was soon followed by loud thumping sounds, and then... the meowing became muffled.
Concerned, I decided to go take a look. I came face to face with this disturbing spectacle.
Round and round Bad Cat spun, face buried deeply in his soiled, disintegrated Feline Pine litter pellets. Like a little kitty cat-litter-face-plow, he plunged his head, eyes open, into the piles, the meows a screeching crescendo from the top of his lungs.
There is no deep ending or moral to this story. In fact, I have no flipping clue what he was doing or why he thought it was a good idea. In fact, I may actually have said, "What the...?" and then dropped the F-bomb. In other fact, his eyes may not even have been bloodshot, for all I know, but I think they were.
Because of the catnip.