Some things have an “ick” factor that is greater than the actual ickiness of those things: It’s the idea of having kitty butt touching me, not the fact of it!
I don’t care how much Dougy licks it, it’s still kitty butt, and I’d prefer not to have it pressed against my hand and arm!
In a word, “Ew!”
Long-hair cats come with their own “ick.” Built in. My sister showed up last summer and stayed for 9 months. She and I both have immune issues, but she used to be a nurse so it was harder for her to deal with the cats in her environment.
I think living with them one gets to a point where one doesn’t really pay attention to things that are alarming to people not around them. (Walking on counter tops and dining tables comes to mind…!) But (not pun intended) when his hot little butt was pressed against my arm when I shot this photo, that was just a step too far!
Did he do that on purpose ?
That just happened to be the way he ran out of steam. He was really tired and apparently maneuvering into a more typical position was beyond him at that moment.
Poor thing gets worn out taking care of you! 😀
Well, it does take two cats to do it…!
I imagine they have it down to a science by now! 😀
They are smart that way!
And they are good friends.
Makes a big difference!
I don’t like the butts of my two, too. And I do not have a problem with my immune system. As well as I do not like their tongues on my face. How sweet? No, I know what they did with that tongue. Blergh.
I don’t like being licked on the face either, though it’s worse when a dog does it!
LOL. Better than in your face. That’s Oli’s preferred but it’s clean. LOL
LOL! We were just talking about that elsewhere in these comments!
Maybe it just takes som getting used to!
Pewrhaps. Dougy usually sleeps pressed against my arm that way but facing the other direction. He’s always wrapped a paw (or his whole body!) around my arm when he nestles with me.
If you ever changed a baby diaper then everything else comes second,as far as a cat but in the face well try a poop explosion,there’s nothing like it
I[‘ve given kittens with diarrhea-covered fur baths several times when the boys were under 6 months old. GAG!
What do think is touching you when they are sitting on your lap? 🙂
Not directly touching my skin is the difference, though I understand “secondary contamination” is possiblew if my hand or arm touches such spots…!
Ha Ha. After a lifetime of cleaning up after a variety of animals, I no longer consider such things. 🙂
I have a weak stomach for strong smell (or the places they originate)!
Unfortunate. Ha! 🙂
Yeah! Just to underscore that thought, Andy left a little diarrhea on the bathroom floor yesterday. With several layers of paper towel and holding my breath, I got it up without “urping”, but it was a close call for my stomach!
Very funny. You have my sympathies and my respect. Cats are not the easiest to handle when having a week stomach. 🙂
I get through their accidents OK as long as I can’t smell the accident. Looks don’t bother me that much, but smells will empty my stomach in a second!
Ha Ha! The pitfalls of being human.
Yep! Of course, we set our own destinies through our choices in life, so no one should expect sympathy when, um, destiny includes hairballs and diarrhea on cute little kitty bottoms!
My oldest son became a geneticist. Originally he wanted to study medicine but could not handle the sight of blood. He was completely “zimperlich” (squeamish)
Tom, who you know, is the total opposite. I think he has more first hand unappetizing experience with animals than most veterinarians. 🙂
With that many cats and horses, I’d have top say you probably are right!
Hah hah. 🙂
🙂
absolutely understood which is why I tell the bald dude to no let ali lick his nose and give him lovings like she does. I know where that tongue has been.
As someone who is immuno-suppressed, I do have to be aware of such things, though my doctor indicated at one time that reasonable hygiene aftewr contact with animals would be all I needed to be concerned with. Pet the cats, wash my hands before eating or putting my hands on my mouth (or up my nose — hee! hee!)