The Moment of Poop

You guys!

Being in Exile, I had no choice but to sift through MomFOD’s cell phone looking for things to post and I found a doozy. You know how MomFOD likes to take Rocky around in a little wagon? Well, she upped the ante this week. She put him in… a stroller. Also, you know how Rocky likes to poop? Well, I just wanted to share with you the moment in the doctor’s office just before it happened, right when MomFOD knew it was going down. Check this out:

The moment of poop.

The moment of poop.

There is no mistaking that look. Just behind the curtain, things were happening that cannot be unseen. Never before have I been so thankful for a privacy shade.

Don’t forget about yesterday’s bachelor Scooter who also drops the bomb at inopportune moments.

As a reminder, I am still in exile. Here I remain for how long I cannot say. Exile posts coming soon.

Love,

Crepes.

P.S. Rocky doesn’t know I posted this. Don’t tell him.

14 thoughts on “The Moment of Poop

  1. we noe we iz late in gettin heer two day, but we wuz wunderin when ya getted scratch N sniff on yur blog crepes…

    rocky…dood….EXQUISITE buddy !!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

    Heerz two a dolly varden trout kinda week oh end !!

    :) :) :)

    ♥♥♥♥♥

  2. We would never tell. Some of us have ben known to poop, pee, hurl and drool all at the same time while in the carrier. But we are not divulging any names. Have a great weekend. XO, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo

  3. Sorry, but we had to laugh ! That ride should have been very stressful… Angel Biscotte (Mum’s cat when she was a kid) was used to do it during every car ride ! Fortunately we can’t smell ! Purrs

  4. MEWHAHAHA! That rules Rocky- score on the best revenge for mewz MomFOD for putting mew in a stroller!!! Is this some new practice FODs are starting for we kitties?! *whips tail about nervously*
    If so I’m headed back to shredding the underside of the boxspring in the guest room, and climb deep up inside it again. Shhhh! Mew never saw or heard from me… *looks about and tipee paws her way to the guest room*

    Purrs,
    Clove

    FYI: Clove is a special needs kitty! She doesn’t have medical ones like Pheebs thank cod, but emotional/behavioral. She was abused and abandoned and has anxiety/stress issues and PTSD. The first month home she spent most days under the bed and would hiss and run every time someone entered the room.
    We have come a long way since those days, but she still pretty much only trusts me and that is limited. Very skittish, she is super smart and an adorable chatterbox. I adore her more everyday, and see the true nature and soul she has. I hope others will be able to one day soon, as most have asked why I would adopt such a ‘crazy’, ‘anti social’, ‘scaredy cat’?! HISSSSS!!! Ignorance!
    Anyway, one day in her first few weeks here we couldn’t find her anywhere. I was convinced she got outside and thought she was gone for good- sobbing! Then her Grandpaw was getting something stored in the guest room closet and heard a noise from the bed. We had looked under it before and she wasn’t there, but he looked again. She wasn’t there but the noise was- he looked about and saw the box spring was torn. Upon looking at it closely soon a little tortie face peeped out from inside! The little goon had climbed up inside the shredded opening that had been left by our angel panther Černy who had the same kind of special needs issues as Clove. Was this a psychic sign?! Did one anxious kitty at the Bridge send a message to one here on Earth, revealing a purrfect hiding spot already created?!
    Eventually the little Houdini was lured out, the box spring fabric stapled shut, and the guest room door is now kept closed. There are days taking care of these special fur kids that are not always fun or easy, yet there are just as many filled with plenty of adventure and adoring love!

Stumps up? Stumps down? What are your thoughts?