I remember as a kid there was a rumour of a house in the neighbourhood that was full of cat poop. Of course I have no idea if it was true, but I had images of disgusting piles of fur-filled poop lying in stinky lumps all over the living-room floor of this house and I thought the people living there were disgusting human beings.
Fast-forward 30-something years later and ...
... well ...
I went and adopted a rabbit.
I've written of him before.
His name is Milo.
Anyways, back to my Secret Mommy-hood Confession.
There's bunny poop on my carpet.
But Milo is litter-box trained. Kind of, sort of. He pees in there. That is when he's not showing dominance to Hubby and peeing on him while he's sleeping on the couch. (insert uncontrollable laughing here)
And most of his poop makes it to the litter box. Make that litter boxes - yah, he's got two. You'd think that would make a difference, but this furry 'lil dude drops bombs like you've never seen! He doesn't even know they're coming out. Hop, poop, hop, poop, hop, poop ...
I was told he was just a lazy male rabbit. 'Nuff said.
At least it's not overly offensive. I mean, yes, it's poop. But it's 95% hay. It's dry. Doesn't leave a stain. When you've dealt with baby poop, this is not so bad. I mean, I don't like it, but ...
Oh, help me...now I'm defending the poop. I think I'll stop now.
I'll leave you with one last picture of Monsieur Milo. Notice how nonchalant he is, like he has no idea what I'm going on about.
|Poop? I don't see no poop.|
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