Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Possibly Time for a New Bed

This afternoon when I got home from work, I had a number of tasks on my things to do list particularly as I'm getting ready to leave for a family reunion in a couple of days.

However, Vinny had other ideas in mind for me.

Having walked in my bedroom to change into my workout clothes after starting the coffee pot and dumping off my lunch things in the kitchen sink, I noticed a rather large wet spot smack dab in the center of my bed.

As I leaned in closer to take a better look to make sure I was really seeing what I thought I saw, Vinny jumped up and began to feverishly try to bury the wet spot.

Uh oh.


As in cat pee.

As in quite possibly the most noxious substance known to human kind.

In the middle of my bed.

Now, just so we're clear, Vinny is, in fact, a male kitty. But he has never ever been a sprayer. Nor has he deliberately gone to the pot anywhere other than the litter box since he first figured out where and what the box was - about 3 days after we got him.

So this was extraordinary behavior for him.

He hadn't seemed upset lately and he certainly has gotten just as much attention as he always does so I couldn't believe this was deliberate.

He wasn't acting sick or particularly distraught either.

So what the hell happened to make him wet the bed?

I stripped the bed down and ventured into the laundry room with wet comforter in tow and ran into my upstairs neighbor, Ms. Noire, who is nicely acquainted with Vinny. Whose own girl kitty, we suspect, either has a crush on Vin or is already seeing him on the sly.

I filled her in on the circumstances of the soiled bedclothes and then we parted ways.

Not 5 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. It was Ms. Noire who, in a moment of clarity, had come back down to fill me in on the events of this morning outside our building.

photo compliments of Ms. Noire herself

Obviously the accident itself created quite a ka-boom, crash, screech, ka-bang! Additionally though, a horn got stuck and was going off continuously for quite some time.

Knowing this information then, I hypothesize that Vinny, sound asleep on his chiropractic pillow, was startled awake by these horribly frightening noises and was scared so badly he wet the bed.

I suspect it sounded as though the cars were going to come right through my bedroom window.

Poor little peanut.

And he was trying so hard to bury the evidence of his accident too.

But I couldn't give him a hard time, little guy. Given that just last week I had had my own er...nighttime issues culminating in a middle of the night laundry fest to wash my sheets and blankets.

The good news is that no one wants to get into the laundry room at 1:30 in the morning so I was able to leave my things in the washer for a couple of hours until it was time for me to get up for real.

I do think though that perhaps it's time to save up for a new bed...and rubber sheets.

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