As you all know, I'm a sort of live & let live type of Guy.
Due to which it's not very often I see my kitchen floor, after all, if the dust isn't disturbing me, why should I disturb the dust?
About three days ago I noticed that the cat hadn't been eating her food, no real problem, all pets have a couple of 'off' days.
Today I got up and thought, food still not touched, in fact I haven't seen her for a while I wonder where she is hiding?
I searched Westwood Villa's from top to bottom no sign of her.
It was only when I made one of those rare excursions towards the kithchen bin when I tripped over something. Groping around in the detritus I was able, (just), to reach a pathetic little ball of fluff. which at first I didn't recognise and was about to put it in the pending, (rubbish for the removal of pile), when it gave a short, wimperish, little asmathic Cough.
Ah, how my heart leapt, Cat, you've been returned to me.
Everyone knows there is nothing I won't do for that animal, (in fact most days that's exactly what I do, do, for her).
So with deep resolve I set about making the kitchen safe once more for my feline buddy, six hours later and the linoleum was showing through, I'd found my mop in a long forgotten corner so, not to be out done I set to to make it shine like the day it had first been laid.
All was great afterwards, except for some little dark irregular deposits, by now I would settle for nothing less than purrfection pride was at stake, so I set to with a butter knife, (no, I didn't know I had one either), and scraped away at the offending piles.
As I did so an aroma of minty freshness was given off, confused, I took a closer look, to my amazement it was chewing gum.
I don't eat chewing gum, the cat isn't allowed chewing gum because she swallows instead of spitting it out, (imagine the size a hairball would be with that stuff mixed in?).
So All I can ask, and perhaps one of you, my many friends out there on the interweb can tell me,
Where The Heck Has That Come From?