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.