I have had the most disgusting morning.
To set the scene: the weather is miserable. It's dark and rainy and we had numerous heavy showers during the night. As you can imagine the cats do not like going out to poo in such weather.
You can see where this is heading, right?
So, fast forward to Monday morning and I'm trying to get everything that I used to do between Monday and Friday done all in one day. I won't bore you with details but suffice to say it's a lot. I finally get Phoebe settled in her chair having her breakfast and find the time to tend to the cats.
I have no idea whether Toby has fed them before work but something is bothering them. At the very least they need water. So I give them some food and water, and open their cat flap.
And then I see the three piles of little brown nuggets, two of them swimming in water from the umpteen millimetres of rain we've had.
At this point I should probably point out that the cats live in a roofed, fly-screened patio, not actually in the house, thankfully.
Still, it is gross and needs to be cleaned up. I decide to leave it until after I've had my breakfast. Dealing with cat poo is not conducive to a healthy appetite.
After breakfast, with Phoebe all cleaned up and having a pre-nap nudie run around the house I head out armed with a plastic bag, a trowel and the litter scoop and collect the offending articles. I go to let myself back in and there is Phoebe standing on the door mat in her own poo! It is my own stupid fault really for letting her have nudie-dudie time when she hasn't yet done a poo today.
I stick Phoebe back in the bath and get her off to bed before cleaning up her poo too.
Today I am meeting one of my mum's group friends for a coffee. I think I will also buy a new door mat.