My Little Van Gogh

In my two bedroom Sherman Oaks apartment, my roommate and I have three cats. It’s sort of crazy-cat-lady like of us, but Becca had two and I had one before we lived together, so together we have three. Yes, the hair is a problem and we have to sweep, dust and vacuum more than most. And sometimes it smells after they use “the facilities,” but for the most part it’s fun to have that many little friends running around.

My cat, Niles, is pretty much my favorite thing on Earth. He is super loveable with his fluffy fur and extra toes. He is super snuggly and huggable too. One little drawback about Niles is that he has too much fur around his….hm, how do I say this…paintbrush.

See, sometimes Niles goes poo poo in his litter box and a little extra gets stuck on the paintbrush, which inspires him to “paint” the floors, carpet and furniture by scooting his little bum along. Becca and I find his artwork from time to time around the apartment.

Who me?

One night last week, I awoke from a sound sleep due to a horrific smell coming from the litter box in my bathroom which is attached to my bedroom. I turned on the lights to go scoop the poo from the box so I could get back to sleep and that’s when I discovered that Niles had painted again. The white bathroom tile, the berber carpet and my black nightstand had all been used as a canvas for his masterpiece. This meant waking myself up even more to go get the carpet cleaner, paper towels and disinfecting spray. And then of course, I had to clean off the paintbrush, which is the worst part.

It’s gross. I know. But maybe it’s good practice for waking up to change poopy diapers? And, whatever, he's so darn cute.

Ugh. I'm so embarrassed now.