The chambermaids' sweet names I call
This has officially been a pretty shit start to the week.
So…last night, 12pm, i was all ready to crawl into bed after a night of uni work.
But, lifting up my duvet cover I was faced with a disgusting sight… there was literally shite everywhere.
Yes, the cats, the little bastard shite bags had decided over night (I was staying at the boy’s place, don’t judge me for leaving them on my own… they were well fed with tuna before I left and the next morning) that my bed was the best place for their new litter tray.
(retribution? I wonder…)
I obviously screamed the place down in horror, but shout at them I could not, the little shits have too short a memory to realise they had done anything wrong.
Yes, it was a lot of shit, a lot of yelling shit and a lot of scowling at the shits.
And pee.
Oh god the pee!
It was worse than the shit.
(yes i’m puking in my mouth just thinking about it)
(i guess i’m also making you puke too, not quite what you expect when you come to visit…)
So today, £50 later, I have a lovely new set of Egyptian cotton sheets (ok, its percale, but i wasn’t going to risking ruining the beautiful White Company ones i did have my eye on) and a seriously clean mattress so if the bastard shites come anywhere near my bed tonight…
Well, i wont tell you what ill do, but they certainly wont be getting any more tuna.
You got to love them….huh?
Don’t you?
Little shits.
Kx
P.s… last year i wrote this post – so i am just carrying on on a disgusting tradition…!
P.p.s… Its Daddy Smidge’s 65th birthday tomorrow – he officially becomes an OAP. I hope he likes his card with his money to buy his first OAP pint and nip! Happy Birthday Daddy Smidge (he who gave me my nickname btw!)
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Aww happy birthday to your Dad!
Every single time my dogs have had an ‘accident’ in the kitchen I’ve been sick when cleaning it up. My gag reflex is too sensitive. Oo-er.
That’s not a disgusting post, there aren’t any photos! (Well apart from the perps, obviously).
One of my cats once padded about on my duvet while I was half asleep one morning, made a little hollow and peed. She then decided to have a post-pee mad run about, jumped in the puddle and splashed it all over my face. Nice way to start a weekend.
A little too well-fed with Tuna perhaps? I’m learning to hate cats. Don’t judge me for it. There are about 20 in the parish that shit in my garden every day.
eww, lovely! We looked after a friends retarded kitten for a while and every few days he’d leave us a present of poo in the corner of the living room. We tried everything to get rid of the smell so he wouldn’t go there again…in the end we had to cut out the corner of the carpet and Mr W boxed it all in..problem solved expect we now have a stupid box in the corner.
Cats are lovely aren’t they :)