Shitty kitty

Mommy took Chloe and me to Grandma's house in Pittsburgh this weekend.

Chloe is not good in the car. I was really sick and could barely muster a grumble when Mommy started flying up the highways, but Chloe registered her complaint by taking a big ole shit in the car.

We were on the PA Turnpike, just heading toward the big Allegheny Tunnel (which I hate 'cause it hurts my ears when we drive through it). Well, I smelled shit ... and lots of it. So I howled to alert Mommy to the fact that somebody had pooped their pants. Mommy thought, because I was the one howling, that I had done it, and I was mad.

So we had to go through the tunnel and another 20 miles of construction before we could pull over at a rest stop. Mommy finally crawled into the backseat and checked my cage -- but she saw it was dry and clean, just the way I like it. But then she realized that Chloe had pooped all over her brand-new cage, and her paws were covered in shit. And it wasn't just standard rabbit turds -- oh, no, Chloe had traveler's diarrhea. It was oozing out of the cage and onto the cute frog blanket that Mommy had put below our cages to keep them from rocking too much.

So Mommy cleaned up Chloe (thank goodness for a new pack of kitty wipes) and let her run around the car while she managed to get the poop outta her cage. Then she put Chloe back, and I was hoping I'd get to run around the car, too, but she wouldn't let me, 'cause my fur is long and gets everywhere. Bitch!

Mommy carried the poop into the Somerset Service Plaza, and she said it was a special brand of humiliation to have to take a big steaming bag of shit into a public place to throw it away. Heh. She gained quite a new appreciation for her oldest and favoritest daughter during the trip, as I was simply a delight to travel with ... rather, at least, more of a delight than Chloe was.

Grandma and Mommy call Chloe "Short Bus Girl" -- they figure that, if Chloe were human, she would definitely be riding the short bus to school. The little dumbass kept bonking her head off the coffee table glass, thinking she could jump up at everyone sitting on the couch above her. Asshole! She also ran into a bunch of other furniture items and kept looking for my dish, which Mommy had removed because I refused to come out of the bathroom closet. I was thrilled to get room service all weekend, as I didn't feel good and definitely didn't want to see Chloe. The little shit never did figure out where I was all weekend, but she obviously didn't miss me ... just my bowl and my food. Ha ha. Dumbass! :)