Theres this local cat which I’ve become friends with over the last year or so. I started of just stroking it and giving it some milk every now and then. Over time, our relationship got closer. One day I noticed that one of his ears was missing. His owner had obviously taken him to the vet, because he had stitches over the wound. Since then I’ve called him “ear-ear”. Anyway, ear-ear would sometimes come into the kitchen and I’d give him some food and milk. He’d sit on my lap and purr away contentedly. Everything was hunky dory, until a few days ago.
I was making something to eat one evening. I was downstairs, and I suddenly saw him coming down the stairs. He occasionally would wander in when the rear doors were left open, so I didn’t think much of it. I put the cat out, and headed off to bed. Turned the light off, climbed into bed, lay on the pillow. I could feel something wet on my right shoulder. At first I thought it was water. I put my hand there and felt something soft and squishy. Then I smelled it. It was a smell that at first smelled inocuous, like something you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but as your brain begen deciphering the odour it hit you like a truck. The little bastard had shit on my bed.
Not nice solid turd that could be picked up either, no this was about 2 days worth of wet cat shit. I threw out the sheet, threw out the t-shirt I was wearing (thank god I had one on!). Had to twice wash the pillow covers and the under blanket. Took all of my will power to stop myself from puking whilst doing all of this. After that I noticed he kept a low profile for a while.
The moral? Beware one of cats with one ear, maybe.