We knew our cat drooled but this is ridiculous!

This picture has nothing to do with the post...I just like it! Yellowstone 2006, Carter, Olivia, Ethan

Since we have moved into the hotel we have had to get used to our animals being in the house with us 24/7. In Utah they almost never spent the whole night inside, especially the cats. It hsa made for some interesting sleeping environments. I mentioned the dog snores (as does JaDee...so you can imagine how much sleep I'm getting) but we also have the 2 cats running across our sleeping bodies all night long. See our cats don't exactly like each other. They are sisters who are 3 years apart in age. They fight and torment each other like a couple of certain brothers I also know to reside in the hotel. But they seem to have come to a truce with Big Kitty sleeping with us and Little kitty sleeping with Ethan. Sometimes, however, they both end up in our bed with Big Kitty at our heads and Little Kitty at our feet.

Another quirk to our animals is that Little Kitty drools when she purrs. She truly will soak your shirt when you scratch her ears. So when one morning JaDee woke up with his shoulder wet we just assumed Little Kitty had claimed the spot on the bed with us and didn't think much of it. Until I noticed my shirt was wet too. Now that is a lot of drool.

We jumped out of bed, not wanting to even think yet what the alternative to drool would be, threw back the covers and there it was. A yellow pool of "drool" at the top of the bed right between us. Oh wait. Drool isn't yellow. A quick close-up whiff confirmed that it was indeed cat pee. Gross!!!!

Who did it was the next quest. Big Kitty has never ever had an accident in the house while Little Kitty had issues with it as a kitten. She liked our closet and in particular a certain dress that she pulled of the hanger for her personal use. So I immediately blamed her. Besides, I don't like her as well.

JaDee grabs Little Kitty to rub her face in it but she is fighting him and squirms away. Next up Big Kitty. Who takes her time to sniff her handiwork right before JaDee rubs her face in it. I felt betrayed by my poor kitty whom I saved from the perils of the crate in the airport. She who is so proper and a little snobby. She would never have done this without good reason.

I go to investigate the litter box in the boys bathroom. Sure enough. Someone of the feline persuasion had unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper on top of their box, covering their "bathroom." She had good reason to tell us her bathroom was unusable.

It had to be Little Kitty. Big Kitty would never be so frivolous.