Tonight is going to be fun. I have a task to undergo. It’s a quest I’ve set myself and injury may result. Death, possibly, but it would be a slow one by poisoning or blood loss through many small cuts.
You see, the problem is this: KitKat has taken to going out in the evening for her late-night ablutions. This is a good thing in that it means she’s less likely to use her litter tray (and in the process cover the bathroom floor with grit when she “digs”). Conversely, it has its downfalls in that she inevitably returns with “clunkers”.
This is a Kim word. My scatty housemate has coined this term as an alternative to “winnets” or “tagnuts“. Look them up, be disgusted but hey – she’s a cat with long hair. These things happen. Mind you, these lumps are half the size of my thumb in some cases, so something must be done.
Hence tonight’s task. With Kim’s aid (not that I’ve asked her yet), I aim to pin KitKat down (using the neck scruff / rag doll technique) and clip the hair around her rusty sheriff’s badge.
If I can still type with two fingers, I’ll report once things are done. I don’t know who’s looking forward to this the least.