Last night after dinner, Jasper was puttering around while toph and I started cleaning up in the kitchen. Suddenly he appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, clutching something in both hands and holding it out to us, as he often does when he finds something on the floor that he doesn't recognize. He brings me bits of fluff, small pieces of paper, and twigs throughout the day when the rugs aren't freshly vacuumed. Except last night he was two-fisting giant handfuls of... cat shit.



toph later said, "Well, it finally happened. The 'Oh Christ, is that cat shit?' moment."



Fortunately (?!? Is there a silver lining in a story about cat shit?), it was very firm and not too smeary, and even more fortunately he had not put any in his mouth. I am trying not to think about that. GAH.



We sprang into action. I held his hands away from him and toph got all the turds out of his hands and disposed of them as I ran Jasper to the bathroom. Then we all washed our hands for a million years, and then once more just to be safe.



As we washed up, we all had a talk about how we do not touch cat poop. Not ever! Don't touch it! It's dangerous! No cat poop! And then Jasper spent 20 minutes walking around the house saying in a very stern voice, "Dat boop! Danger! DAT BOOOOOP!" DAT BOOP! DANGER!"