cat capers

All has been relatively quiet in the land of Ace Ventura.

Other than pulling off ticks from just about every part of my body ( from between my fingers to finding them floating in the toilet) shudder...

Things have been relatively tame.

Still.

I have to tell you that my cat customers, for the most part, are the most eccentric bunch.

I just got a call from one of my cat customers. She has three of the largest cats I've ever seen in my life. They are friendly. Matter of fact, a bit too friendly. But because of their humongous size I am a bit leery of them. These folks live in a large beautiful contemporary house.

However.

The cats run the joint.

The furniture is clawed and ruined.

There is always cat vomit either on the rug or chunks of hair-balls and puke located in various spots all over the place. It's like an Easter egg hunt except it is not eggs with prizes in it but cat food puke.

The cats also insist on eating on the counter.

To me, that is gross.

But not as gross as were the cats "do their business".

The cats had two litterboxes in the main bathroom. Half the time, they used the jacuzzi as their toilet. I would have to lean over and fish the whirling turds out.

This time, I could not find the litterboxes.

I checked each room and found litter on the floor in one of the spare bathrooms.

The bathtub was filled with litter..

This is were the cats "did their business".

Except for one cat, he thought "outside the box".

He preferred pooping on the tile floor.

So there you have it.

Another day in my life as Ace Ventura.