After reading BlueMako's story about his cat, I had to relate one about my cat.
I was watching TV one night and my wife is in the kitchen(which can be seen from where I am). Now I've had cats since forever and I'm about at the half century mark, so you could say I know cats pretty well.
Into the TV room comes the cat and procedes to drag his arse across the carpet and leave a poop streak. I have never seen a cat do that. While I'm recovering from the shock, he jumps up on the couch's armrest and starts to sit down. Well, since he probably has poop on his arse, I push him off before he can sit down. I notice that something is hanging out of his arse and I think it's a poopy fur turd. I get a healthy wad of paper towels from the kitchen and grab the cat. I kneel on the floor and put the cat between my knees with his head facing aft. I grab whatever's hanging out of his arse with the paper towels and pull. What I've grabbed is a broken rubber band and it stretches out about a foot and then snaps in my hand as it finally releases from his arse. The cat immediately bolts from under me and heads upstairs and I'm kneeling on the floor with a poop covered rubber band in my hand.
Needless to say my wife and I are laughing hysterically.
