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Kittie Poo in the Driveway

Fresh back from a short walk down the driveway to the mailbox, I had to side step Lincoln Logs of mushy kittie poo in my driveway. Lovely.

On Thursday, when the highly-skilled trashmen picked up the trashcan and dumped its contents into the back of their filthy truck, they let slip some litter from a plastic liner that evidently had a hole. Of course, they did it in a way that left a 6-foot trail of poop and litter across the end of the driveway, and of course they drove away, letting the day's rain soak the entire mess. When I got home from work (gosh, that feels so weird to say), I drove right over the poop and litter-turned-to-mush, and I hoped the torrents would wash it all the way to the sewer drain.

It turns out kittie litter washes away nicely with just the slightest rain, but kittie poo must need more of a tornado to clear it from the cement. So, now I've got Lincoln Logs, Tootsie Rolls, cat poop dotting my driveway. I protest.

Comments

that's gross Robyn I'm trying to eat a scone with my coffee and ... oh well :))
dive said…
That's what husbands are for, Robyn. I know if I had one, I'd have his ass out there like a shot!
Robyn I dedicated a post in honor of your er... poopy day heehee
Alifan said…
Robyn hope it has all gone now!!!

We have large dogs here who leave their calling cards on the pavement, not the dogs fault, but the owners who think it is beneath them to clear up after their dogs.....
Sassy Sundry said…
Eeeeew. I just threw up a little.
Euuuwww not good at all. Worse than Rich, i was just about to eat chicken korma.


Dive; you must be a fab potential husband, i've had two and neither was like that.
Gina said…
I protest, too. ;)

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