Well today was quite mundane really, cleaned my flat, did my bit for the planet and dropped off the recycling, potted my plants, pretty standard stuff really. Oh but then I was somehow given the disgusting job of cleaning the cat shit from our back yard. My clever girlfriend, who often manages to bat her eyes at me to force me to do some truly dreadful things, convinced me that it was my manly duty to clean our neighbours cats mess up off our lawn.
Unfortunately for me I agreed to take on this rather hideous task, and let me tell you something, that cat sure has crapping all over the place down to a fine art! The shear volume of poo and the potency of the smell was enough to make even the manliest of men cringe in horror. So after a good 15 mins of actually picking up raw feline excrement from the yard, I quickly ducked out to the garden centre next door to my flat and got some cat repellent (yes there is such a thing), and applied large quantities of it to the lawn and other, shall we say, contaminated areas.
So now hopefully I won’t have to deal with any more cat crap, dead cows, or any other such filth for some time to come…if only I could believe that.