I must taste BLOOD! (TMFI, yo.)

Apparently, my two male cats have developed a taste for BLOOD. Not just any blood, menstrual blood. Mine.

Let’s get a bit of the back story: Recently, I switched to Instead period things. Non-absorbent plastic ring things, that require about half a roll of toilet paper to hide in the trash (they can’t be flushed) due to the blood just sitting on them, unabsorbed. So, I get home from going out Saturday night, and Cody looks at me.

“Hey, guess what the cats woke me up playing with.”

“What?”

“Instead.”

Laughing, thinking they’d knocked down the box on the edge of the sink and were destroying a wrapped one. “So?”

“Used.”

Pause. “Uh . . .”

“On the carpet.”

“Oh, for fuck’ sake. Goddamn cats.”

So, Cody cleaned it up while I was gone. A few minutes after I get home, I go to the kitchen, only to discover . . . that the bastards drug them out again. I stuck them in the kitchen trash so we’d see if the cats were getting into the trash. Then I had to clean up dried rings of blood on my carpet.

Then on Sunday, I had to switch out, so I buried it at the bottom of the bathroom trash, thinking that Cody will be taking out the trash before he goes to work. Which he did, but forgot the bathroom trash. So, I wake up a few hours ago, and they dug THAT one out and Crash was batting it around the bathroom while Boom lays on the floor, eating bloody TP.

Next time around, I’m using plastic Ziploc bags to toss them into.

Fucking cats.

Dunno about your cats but my mothers dog finds my crotch very sniff-worthy once a month. EWWWWWWWW.

I must apologise for my feline brothers, sometimes, they just… oooh… mmmm… interesting… ::gets pulled to bathroom trash bin by nose::

Seriously, though, I once investigated my SO’s used, um, thing. Hey, I was curious, awwight? :smiley:

There’s nothing wrong with being a little curious. Cody wanted to watch me put one in, since he understood how tampons work, but the Instead thing looks SO BIG. And he was confused when I mentioned I had to push it back to my cervix. “You can reach your cervix??” “Yes, dear, I can. With my finger, yes. Do you understand now why I say size doesn’t matter?”

If my cats regularly went through my trash, or pulled other things out, I wouldn’t be so ooged out. But they dug through the trash, only pulling out my used Instead. That’s it. That’s all the drug out. This is the first time they’ve gone through the trash.

Ug.

Yeah I freaked after my ex-wife had our child she had an extra heavy flow.

She got her stuff all over the bathroom once while she was like this because she happened to be shit face drunk whil she was (trying to) changing her tampon.

Let me tell ya’ that bathroom looked like a crime scene right off of CSI.

Yuk…

DAMNIT.

They just pulled it out AGAIN. All the way to the living room this time. Oh, isn’t that cute.

Could be worse.

There’s that Norse saga that has Thor swimming through a river of giantesse mentrual blood.

Well, I’ll have to make do with what I have. I have no rivers of blood, merely spots on the carpet. Fun!

I use Instead as well, and I usually dump what contents I can into the toilet, and then rinse the rest out in the bathroom sink before I throw the cup away. Perhaps doing that might cut down on the attraction for your kitties.

You need a wastebasket with a lid. One the cats can’t open, like those metal jobbies with the step-on lever.

(Off to google Instead. Can’t be one of those plastic cup things, else you’d just have to wash it before tossing…)

Before you bin them, you should attach those little plastic googley-eye bubbles and faux-fur tails to them. Your kitties will think they’re purpose-built cat toys and disdainfully feign total disinterest.

In horror movies, once a critter develops a taste for human blood, random carnage ensues. Let us know how it all works out for you.

I suppose ringing it out would make sense. But that’s no fun. And I did indeed shake them off, but there’s only so much you can do.

HA! I love Larry’s idea. They’ll never play with them then!

Finagle- Well, I was woken up at some point in the past few days buy my kitten licking my face. Hmmmm.

No! Not ringing them out! Uck! Hehe. Rinsing. Bleh.

Too tired for words.

Well, it can’t be any less fun than cleaning blood out of your carpet.

I see ringing out as that twisting thing you do to ring out a wet towel.

With the carpet, I just needed stain remover and a scub brush. That’s just fine.

Oh jeez.

I am so thankful that the only things my cat has dragged out of the trash and smeared around the house are teabags.

Just be glad you didn’t have company when they went into the living room with their new toys. :eek:

Mmmmm…Transylvainia Teabags.

I’m a guy, so of course I dunno, but…this sounds like a really gross product. I’m assuming the utility outweighs any potential ick factor? :eek:

How about making them less fun? Our family dog loved to pull socks off the clothes line, so Mom dosed one with Tabasco and he never did that again.

For my cats, I put that nasty tasting Thumbz on a plant they liked to chew upon. One nibble and they let the plant be, permanently.

A quick check with the vet would be a good idea though, I’ve never run either of those methods by a pro.

Women bleed once a month for up to a week. It doesn’t really matter how you choose to deal with it, the ick factor is pretty unavoidable. :slight_smile:
My cat, bless her soul, is a meek little angel who never annoys me. My dog, on the other hand, is a panty-hound. I don’t wear the uncomfortable things, so it’s not much of an issue. But when my sister and her girlfriend lived here there wasn’t a day that went by without having to pry a pair of wet, smelly, well-loved panties out of that damn dog’s mouth. Blurch.