Cat Crap, Lawn Mowers and Neurosis (Move along)
Listening to: Diamond Dogs - David Bowie
Ever since I took residence in Casa del Cinco (yes, it is also number ‘5′ on the street) it has been a “no mans land” that is fought over constantly by the cats in the neighborhood. This battle manifests itself as curly little piles of crap on the lawn. I always thought cats only did their biz in the garden - turns out that the rule is a little more general. They do their biz where the results can be hidden - ie. long grass does the trick.
One of the little lies I tell myself is that that my one and only ‘neurosis’ is the fact that I am never settled until the lawn is mowed. This is a lie because it’s a Neurosis, not a ‘neurosis’ and it’s not the only one (the same things goes for getting my hair cut - but that’s a story for another day). As the weather has been atrocious the lawns have haven’t been mown for a while. The weekend has delivered two days of dry weather and so I was able to get out there with gusto. The cats had beaten me to it and so it was a regular old cat-scat-fest.
There is something very galling about having to deal with some one else’s cat’s crap. While The Missus won’t be pleased with this - I hope Pi grows up to big and mean like Mandu so at least I will only have to deal my own cat’s deposits.
