Cat-Gate: Part 1

Ok, so I haven't been entirely honest. Yes, NYC is crazy-cool and I've basically had one night in since I've been here (which is unheard of for me, it's usually the other way round).

But there is something to which I should confess.

I'm living with three cats and it ain't pretty.

The second day after I arrived, they plopped on the bathroom floor.

The third day, I had to scoop poop out of the bath before I got into take a wash.

And then yesterday, after I somehow swallowed the sick in my throat to change their stankin cat litter tray, one of them took a piss. In my bed. My bed, bitches! I went to have a shower so shut the bathroom door (which is where the litter tray is located) and I guess one of the fuckers - or maybe all three, who knows - couldn't hold it down. So rather than do it on the floor, the sofa, the table - ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY BED BASICALLY - they trotted into my room and literally took the piss. To be honest, at first I wondered had I wet my own bed!! I was like, huh?, looking for a leak in the ceiling and all sorts. Then, getting my best detective Poirot on, I took a long, deep breath only to be greeted with the not-so-sweet smell of eau de chat a la piss.

Frickin' cats.

I couldn't bring myself to take a pic of the shit in the shower, but here is:

Evidence a) My Sheets

Evidence b) the cat litter tray. It's a lot.





More updates (unfortunately) coming soon (probably)...