Bedwetting

This lovely little incident happened back when Luna was my only kitty. One night, I decided that she was just too cute to leave outside the bedroom. (The bedroom was, and still is, a no kitty zone.) I thought that perhaps I had been too hasty in declaring that no kitty could ever share my bed, so I allowed Luna in for the night. I left the bedroom door open, so that she could come and go, and have access to the litter box whenever she pleased.

At first, it was peachy. Little Luna curled up by my feet and fell asleep. Shortly afterward, I fell asleep as well.

Flash forward to 4am. I wake up, in a lovely 4am grog, and Luna is standing on top of me. As I come to, I realize that my bed is wet. And smells of pee. And it sure as heck isn't mine. That cat. With the door wide open, and all the access in the world to her litter box, she elects to pee directly on top of me.

It's as if she was saying "I hereby claim Giant Hairless Cat Mountain for my kingdom, and to make this momentous occasion, I will urinate allllllllllll over it."

Although, since we are talking about fluff-for-brains Luna, the more likely scenario is that she was saying *insert elevator music* "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I peed."

Not one cat has EVER slept in my bed since that night. Though they may claw the outside of the bedroom door and sing the song of their people well into the wee small hours of the morning, they will never be welcome in my bed.


Love & Tuna!