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xiphiasNow, our little kitty Nora is a sweet and dainty thing, a bit skittish, deeply affectionate once she knows you, and adorable.
And very, very lactose-intolerant. In the "bad for EVERYBODY around" way.
I think I've mentioned this before. Anyway, yesterday, she demonstrated it again. . .
It started as normal -- "I promise you, Lis, that wasn't me."
"Oh, my Ghu, I think that smell is coming from some other room . . . "
"Nora just left the bathroom. I think she was using the litterbox. . . "
"You mean that was her?! How does such a large stench come from such a small cat?"
Nicky wandered past from the front room. He was about to trot past the bathroom door, when he slowed down, looked toward the bathroom, then staggered sideways three steps away from it, and ran.
By this point, Lis was doubled over, and couldn't breathe. From laughing, mind you, not from the chemical warfare that Nora had inadvertently waged on the household.
Nora decided to see what was going on, and walked back into the hall from the bedroom. She got near the bathroom, looked shocked, and ran away.
I lit my lighter to try to burn off the stink gas, which usually works . . . and it did very little. I eventually got a paper towel, put it in the sink, and lit it on fire, which helped SOME.
Eventually, we just turned off the heat in the house, opened a window, and went out for breakfast. By the time we got back, the house was back to normal.
I love Nora, very much, but it is ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY to make sure that no dairy products are ever left unattended around her.
And very, very lactose-intolerant. In the "bad for EVERYBODY around" way.
I think I've mentioned this before. Anyway, yesterday, she demonstrated it again. . .
It started as normal -- "I promise you, Lis, that wasn't me."
"Oh, my Ghu, I think that smell is coming from some other room . . . "
"Nora just left the bathroom. I think she was using the litterbox. . . "
"You mean that was her?! How does such a large stench come from such a small cat?"
Nicky wandered past from the front room. He was about to trot past the bathroom door, when he slowed down, looked toward the bathroom, then staggered sideways three steps away from it, and ran.
By this point, Lis was doubled over, and couldn't breathe. From laughing, mind you, not from the chemical warfare that Nora had inadvertently waged on the household.
Nora decided to see what was going on, and walked back into the hall from the bedroom. She got near the bathroom, looked shocked, and ran away.
I lit my lighter to try to burn off the stink gas, which usually works . . . and it did very little. I eventually got a paper towel, put it in the sink, and lit it on fire, which helped SOME.
Eventually, we just turned off the heat in the house, opened a window, and went out for breakfast. By the time we got back, the house was back to normal.
I love Nora, very much, but it is ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY to make sure that no dairy products are ever left unattended around her.
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Date: 2011-12-11 09:58 pm (UTC)Just this morning Dani and I were discussing a recent pervasive stench that Baldur seemed to be responsible for. We found no output so I speculated that perhaps he had farted; Dani wouldn't believe that one cat could produce that much, ahem, "effect". I'll have to tell him about Nora! (No idea what would have set Baldur off; he certainly had no dairy that I'm aware of.)