Pissed Off Piss Pot Pete

This past Saturday the dogs and Stevie got an unexpected treat, courtesy of Attila.

Attila had been running around without his Piddle Pants, and I finally had an opportunity to slap them on his butt while he was eating away up on the wall shelf in the library.

In hindsight (pardon the pun) that was probably not a good idea. After all, a cool cat like Attila does not gladly suffer having his coolness compromised, especially by being forced to wear ridiculously and insultingly uncool hot pink Piddle Pants.

You can see how pissed off he looks.

Anyhow, shortly after I put the pants on him, I heard a crash in the library. In his extreme ire, Attila had knocked a very full dog-size bowl of cat food onto the floor.

All that very expensive prescription cat food everywhere!

I honestly did not feel like taking a broom and sweeping up all that kitty kibble and putting it back into the bowl with copious amounts of dirt and dust bunnies mixed in.

So, I took the lazy bones route instead.

I brought in the dogs and Big Fat Steve and put them to work.

That was one task that the feline and canine clean-up crew gladly took to heart.

Gomez very much enjoyed his cat food treat.

And Big Fat Stevie made sure that every single little crumb was picked up.

The next day, there was nary a kitty kibble crumb in sight.