The reflection of my mom's light had me mesmerized!Hi:
It's Grover.
Listen. I was evicted from my new home inside the kitchen cabinet and I'm really angry about it.
See, it's like this, Vito kept trying to get inside. I was getting more and more mad, so I figured out a way to make him stop. I pooped in the cabinet. Now, don't get all judge-y judge-y on me here. You would have done the same thing.
But, in retrospect, it may not have been the best action to take.
See, once I pooped in there I realized it wasn't going to be much fun to LIVE in there, so I pulled some lids to the Tupperware onto the poop to try to cover it. That didn't work, so I went into the box of Ziploc bags and pulled some out and put those over the poop, too. And that is when my mom came into the kitchen to investigate all the noise.
She opened the cabinet door and bellowed, "GROVER! NO YOU DIDN'T!" But, um, yeah, I did.
And that is when I got REALLY yelled out and she began throwing things out of the cabinet like a crazy person....can you say OVER-REACTIVE!? Exactly. And then she must have sprayed half a bottle of bleach spray all over the freaking place. And she was so mad because she had to throw all these different things away.
Sigh.
And then, the worst part, after she threw all the stuff out and cleaned up the poop and left the whole apartment smelling like bleach spray, she taped the cabinet closed and I can't open the door anymore to get it.
To say I am insulted does not do justice to the rage within me. I am now not only on strike, but starting the legal process to disown her. And Piggy and Vito, too.
So there.
Harrumph.
Luv,
Grover
9 comments:
Oh Grover, I am sorry your plan did not work out too well. It seemed like a good idea at the time, I am sure.
Grover, I totally would have pooped in the cabinet too. Now you need to find another place in the house where you can be alone and not witness the boy boy love between Pig and Vito. Good luck dude.
Uh, we're not sure what to say. We know we're not allowed in the cabinets -- as if there's room! -- and we sure aren't allowed to poop in there. So we kinda have to side with your mom on this one.
Oh, no, hiding head in shame, did we actually side with the mom
publicly?
Oh poor Grover you must be really fed up with Vito to have done such a thing. Ask your Mum to get some Feliway diffusers, they really help we cats relax when there's tension between da cats.
Whicky
MOL! Sorry we are laffing, but that was a funny story! Good try, Grover, sorry it didn't work out for you.
Oh Grover, I (Gypsy) know all about the pain of having a younger interloper join the household. Mind you, now I enjoy snuggling and hanging out with my little sister Tasha, but I had to get used to the idea first. I've done my own share of 'protesting' in ways that my Mum didn't appreciate too. Hehehehehe...
Purrs
Gypsy
Well, your mom is mean AND insane. Doesn't she know that when she brings something into the house it becomes community property? In fact everything in the house is community property. My brother Sam sleeps in a kitchen cabinet all of the time. (He doesn't poop in there though because our mom is mean and insane too). He even made our mom clear out the space for him. And ziploc bags? Don't get me started. Your mom needs to chill....and don't worry about the others. It sounds like they're jealous of you!
OhMyCat, what a sort of bad cascade of events! Our mewmie reacts the same way when Peesco sprays on her lunch bag or anything she sets on the counter that was "outside our domain" like plastic bags.
Maybe you need a space of your own, and were just trying to find one in a little New York apartment, right?
We are purry sorry that this happened and now your hidey hole is "condemned"
Grover, you are killing me!
I could learn a few things from you.
I love your blog.
Katie
(Glogirly's smart and good looking cat)
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