Going Into The Cloud

My Dear Fellows and Dear Princess,

Here is a picture which I actually took yesterday. Sssh. Don't tell the blip police. It was in the bog of the holiday home we stayed in.

But also it is sort of appropriate to my day today. The reason is that I walked into the house just in time to find Caro scooping a Punky-poop out of the catbox. She was just marching to the toilet to get rid of it.

It was not the sight that assaulted me though. It was the sheer STENCH of it. Enough to make my eye twitch and my throat to burn. It wasn't a smell, it was a TASTE. Like someone had marched up to me and emptied the contents of a nappy directly into my mouth.

I may have said something. 

JESUS CHRIST PUNKY WHAT THE ACTUAL EFF OH MY GOD I THINK I'M GOING TO BE SICK IT SMELLS LIKE THE DRAINS ARE BACKED UP EFFING HELL MY EYES ARE WATERING WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU...

Something like that.

Caro stopped, poo-scoop still in her hand. "Oh. Er. That was ME, actually."

It was then I realised that the poop was ancient and dried-up and therefore non-smelly. And that the odour was emanating from our toilet, which was still refilling itself. Oops.

Poor Punky, he looked so affronted. Jasper, meanwhile, ran away. I think he was trying to escape the smell, for fear it would mat his fur.

I tried to do a bit of back-tracking. 

OH ERR WELL I EXPECT SOMETHING HAS UPSET YOUR STOMACH ALTHOUGH ACTUALLY I THINK THE SMELL MIGHT BE COMING FROM OUTSIDE ER THAT IS I'M SURE IT IS REALLY...

But no. T'was definitely herself. I opened all of the windows and Jasper, Punky and I cowered in a corner until the evil spirits had departed.

NO-ONE warned me about this before the surgery. Just saying.

S.