Cool Cat Scat

Fin, my cat, is a scat fetishist.

What did I expect, bringing a small impressionable kitten to the international homeland of the scatological arts?  

I first noticed the signs when he started to roll around in the litter box.  At first I thought he was playing, he liked the sand.  Then as He got bigger I realized he was protecting his Freudian product.  His sad little face questions my motives as I scoop the lumps into the Litter Locker.  Now that he’s bigger, he lays across the litter box, rolling around and thus preventing me from removing his little friends.

One could imagine some pet psychologist giving me an expensive, yet thought provoking explanation for said behavior.  That is until we discovered he’s not particular about the scat.

When I’m using the facilities, his little white paw beats furiously against my white behind, urging me to remove myself so he can sniff out the latest news.  Twice I’ve had to catch him right before a 10 point landing into the unflushed bowl.  When Sparky attempts to relieve himself, Fin tries to play catch.  I’ll let you figure that one out.

Poor Cleo.  At first we thought Fin was an ass cat, following her around, sniffing her butt.  No, its not that.  Turns out he’s been LICKING her butt.  With the same tongue he licks my face with at night.  Dis-gus-ting.

In removing Fin’s mouth yesterday from Cleo’s backside, I caught a glimpse of something a little off with Cleo’s nether regions.

With another vet trip and another vet bill, what was the conclusion?  Well, Fin seems like a normal healthy ass/sheiße boy-ish cat.

And Cleo, well, Cleo has hemorrhoids.   I have to apply an anointment to the effected twice a day.   Then I have to make sure Fin leaves her butt alone.

Ummumm.  Nothing like the taste of hemorrhoid cream in the morning.