Or, What to Do About Bad Karma …
One of my favorite cats belongs to friends of ours. Whenever I visit their home, I always seek out the company of Karma. If I’m in luck, the big handsome fuzz ball will sit on my lap for a while.
So, I was surprised a couple days ago when my friend mentioned that he almost had to find Karma a new home.
“The darn cat pooped in the bathtub,” he explained, obviously still a bit grossed out by the incident. To make matters worse, he had started the shower water before the scent hit his nose. I’ll spare you the details of that cleanup task. Suffice it to say, he was very unhappy with Karma’s behavior, and upset enough to consider finding the cat a different home.
Yikes, that’s bad Karma! (Sorry, couldn’t resist.)
That’s very unusual, I pointed out. A cat that has always used his litter box wouldn’t go somewhere dramatically different without a reason.