We're constantly 'mooned' by the little rascals. Whenever we scratch their backs they go into their 'elevator butt' routine. Not their best look! But that's nothing compared to other issues.
When "Fluffy" has a problem with gas, she comes straight to me to indicate she's not feeling well. I make soothing noises and she settles down for a nap at my feet. Then she passes gas. Yow! The other cats wander by, and I wonder what they're saying to each other. Probably:
Snookums - (sniffing) "Good grief, Fluffy, what did you eat?"
Fluffy ------ "It wasn't me! Honest! It was the human!"
Snookums - "Yeah, blame the human. Nice try."
Then there's "Kittyboy," who is sometimes too impatient to finish his business in the litterbox. He's afraid he'll miss out on some fun play time. He must be playing Star Trek, judging by the occasional Klingons we find.
"Kittygirl" has a gland (or something) that secretes when she is happy and relaxed. She reaches that state when she's snuggling in a lap, purring up a storm. One minute, a purrfest, next minute, skunkfest. Time to change clothes.
Me ----- "Heads-up, Dear. Kittygirl is in 'snuggle' mode'."
Hubby - "Thanks for the warning. I'll put on my hazmat suit."
All of these are nothing compared to "Snookums." She once had an issue with digestion and hygiene, and she could not get her hindquarters clean. Nor could we. Snookums is a biter and a fighter, and we didn't feel like getting our skin torn off.
The vet suggested a 'sanitary trim.' It's basically a buzz cut to remove the befouled fur. It worked, but she looked ridiculous! The most expensive bad haircut ever. If you think getting 'mooned' by a cat is bad, try getting 'mooned' by a cat who's had a sanitary trim.
Considering how many yards of toilet paper the quartet of cats unrolls, you'd think they'd learn to 'wipe.' Well, I guess they have. But (sigh) they use the good rug.
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