Tortured Cats

Help! We’re being tortured. Ok, well, I’m not, but Poor Peyton thinks he is tortured. You see, he stepped in wet litter. That’s not only gross, but messy. I hate when I have to clean that up, and as you may remember Peyton is not the cleanest cat in the house.

So when Mandy saw the mess he was making tracking litter all over the bedroom, she picked him up and that’s when the supposed torture started. She tried to wipe off the wet litter, but it was stuck pretty deep in the pads of his foot. So Mandy did the unthinkable, she tried to wash Peyton’s foot in the sink. He screamed and hollered and cried, and twisted all around trying to get away. I came running; I thought Mandy was trying to kill him. When I got in there, Peyton was attacking Mandy trying to get away, but Mandy won and got his foot back in the water. He screamed and hollered some more. I jumped up on the counter so I could talk to Peyton. I knew Mandy was only trying to help. I could see the litter in Peyton’s foot, and he kept fighting Mandy making it difficult for Mandy to get the litter out. I talked to Peyton and told him to calm-down; Mandy was only trying to help. I think I helped a little because Peyton let Mandy finish washing his foot. Then she took him into the other room and snuggled him with a towel. He snuggled right in and just ate up all the snuggles she gave him. She made sure he wasn’t hurt after the fight and then she let him go. He just curled up in her lap and purred. What torture, right? He can be so dramatic.

Well, today is trash day, and I love to watch the truck come pick up our can. I’m going to go sit in my window.
Elway