Although Sexy likes to, inexplicably, sleep at the top of the strairs in my apartment near the door, at about 6am every morning, she'll make her way down and into my bed, where she'll walk around me and beg to be petted. This morning was the same as every other morning with one exception.

At around 7am, I could hear her prancing around my head. I lifted up my sleeping mask and opened one eye. I noticed a smell. A poo-smell. After my eyes had focused, I noticed a rather long string hanging out of my cat's bum. It was a poo-string, too; so, it stank. Like poo.

Hm. Okay. Now what?

After a few moments to wake up and decide what needed to be done, I found some kleenex to investigate this matter a bit further.

Have you ever seen the magic trick with the scarves? Yeah, sort of like that.

So, I pulled, and I pulled. My own sphincters tightened with every pull in empathy. Sexy, the slut, was actually purring.

I eventually stopped pulling. What is on the other end of this string? Could it be stuck on a major organ? I found my phone book to look up animal hospitals. Sexy starting to lick herself - yes, there. When she was finished, I once again put her up on the bed, and starting pulling once again. This time, she struggled a bit, and I noticed I was getting some resistance. I stopped.

At this point, I realized I was naked, and decided it best to at least put some pants on. While I did this, Sexy went into her litter box, for just a few moments. She came back out, and licked a bit more. For the third time, I wrestled her down to inspect her cat-bum. The string was gone. I checked the litter box, and there was no evidence of anything foreign. The string may be gone.

So.

I don't know what it was. I don't really have any thread or dental floss or anything of that nature in the house, though she may have gotten a loose threat from the carpet or one of her toys. Besides the string hanging out of her ass, though, she seemed fine - active, alert, etc. I'm still a bit worried about her so I'm going to pop in at lunch time to check in. I'll keep a close eye on her litter box, too, just in case anything should po(o)p up.

Really, though, not a great way to start a morning. For either of us.