A Bug's Life

Yesterday pseudomonas came round for cuppa tea and dinner and Scrabble. I'd told him how pleased I was, a what a good cat ozymandias_cat was, that we could go away for a week and come back to the house in a good state with no unfortunate accidents.

This morning, after nicely feeding the cat and giving him a bit of fuss, and letting him out for his morning constitutional, I came downstairs to find a giant symbolic poo in the middle of the living room. It was easy to clean up, him being a dry food cat, and on a rug so I've taken the rug into a different room pending advice on magic smelly things I could do to encourage him to not do it again.

[And now my back hurts]

Thoughts? His litter box had one thing in it, he had clear access to it. He didn't come to complain at me in the night. The live_gerbil's came back in the afternoon and he watched them a bit before he started watching them too boisterously and I shut the door. He was fairly sociable, and came and Sat At Me from about 10om to say "Where is tamaranth and why is she not in bed yet?".

He's currently outside, eyes locked in deadly contest with a neighbouring cat who's sitting on our fence.

*sigh*