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Feline Turf Wars and a Ficus
It’s all fun and games until something gets peed on.
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We’d just returned home from a family weekend away and walked into a real cat-astrophy. It looked like a battle had taken place in the living room.
A favorite Ficus was overturned, and dirt was tracked all over the house along with tiny pieces of an entire roll of paper towels from the kitchen. This was the kind of chaos only feline turf wars can bring.
“Moooommm…there’s cat pee on my bed!” my daughter yelled from her bedroom.
Across the house, I was sitting on my bed taking off my shoes. I was tired and hoping to have a quiet evening as we settled in for the night. As I got up to help clean up the mess —
Wait, what’s that smell?
It was coming from my bed. Nooooooooo! My trusty pillow was also a victim of a bioterrorism attack.
As we swept up the mess, started laundry, and sprayed half a can of Febreze all over the house, I was focused on just one thing.
Which whiskered gangster is responsible for all this?
