This weekend boygenius and I were still in hyper-nesting mode, so we went gallivanting to find the proper equipment to make some foxy fine window treatments for the bedroom. This was more for the sake of blocking out the blinding, sleep killing mercury vapor light that glows like the sun directly outside our bedroom window than looks, but they turned out super cute, so I can't complain about looks either. They are a fun silky sage green plaid with some khaki and red accents, and they roll up and down and tie with ribbons to block maximum light while still allowing the furgenius the all important window access.
It took 2 trips to the fabric store, various trips to hardware stores to buy lumber and try to have it cut (I think that every home depot lumber saw in the city was broken, and Lowe's was not much better) and assorted hardware, but I was so tickled with the way they turned out! Even boygenius was impressed.
After all the sewing, sawing, and such I was ready to get in a little quality spinning time, so I started pre-drafting some of the BFL that I bought a wee bit ago to get ready for some full on spinning. While sitting there, knee deep in fluff with a nice cold brew in my hand I noticed one of the most horrid, soul crushing smells I have experienced in quite some time. I mean, this was BBBBBAAAAAADDDD!!! The kind of smell that starts you gagging before you have a chance to identify it.
I pinched off the nostrils and put my fiber to dig a little deeper into the source of the odor, knowing immediately that it had to be furgenius based... it was the cloying aroma of the foulest smelling poo that I have ever encountered (that is saying quite a bit, since I spent over a year cleaning kennels of sick animals at a vet's office back in the day).
I alerted boygenius to the possibly problem, and then I started tracking the smell. It didn't take long before I spotted the trail of fecal footprints heading down the hall. I tracked em back to the source. Poor little fugenius had "the spew of #2" and tracked it all over the bedroom, hall, and living room, and it was still in her back paws.
Dear reader, if you have never had to give a cat a bath I suggest you avoid the experience at all costs if you can. It is not going to end well for any of the parties involved.
I managed to wrangle furgenius into the bathroom, and boygenius then proceeded to go through every cabinet in the bathroom looking for some organic shampoo to remove the offending poo. (Since he wasn't the one handling the 14+ pound ball of poop smelling, pissed off cat he thought that he had all the time in the world to locate something that was sodium lauryl sulfate and paraben free, since ya know, it pays to be environmentally friendly with your feces removal. ) Fine thought, but the reality was far less than pleasing to me at that moment.
By the end of the bath, I was soaking wet, furgenius had managed to rip the earring out of my left earlobe, and she had climbed me like a tree, where she sat on my shoulders, dripping and smelling of chamomile. Yep, it was one heck of a night.
Boygenius was kind enough to doctor my wounds with some rubbing alcohol and neosporin, and after an hour and a half of haz-mat removal operations to get all the extraneous poo out of the carpeting it was time to sleep. Ah, the kind of sleep that you can only have after fighting the good fight in the darkest of dark rooms. And it was beautiful.
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