I was reading Cleo´s diary and it reminded me of Lily with the rotten leopard slugs.

Before I moved back to the city, on the farm. Phyll & Lil were under 12 months old.

Lily LOVED holes. Holes of any kind, caverns, cubbies, any sort of hole or gap or crevice. She had us in fits many times.

Anyway where we lived we had the horrible leopard slugs. They were huge ugly things and sticky, sticky slime. They would come out at night and eat any cat food left out.
We had lots of cats outside, so their food dishes were outside too. Phyll & Lil were inside with me.

Anyway during the day I would take the kittens/teenagers outside to play.

Without fail Lily would find a slug hole and stick her front feet down it. She would then flip flop all over the place, like she was trying to crawl in there. OMG it was sooooo funny.

The only problem was every time she was done she´d come in COVERED in the slug slime. Man that was some yukky stuff. You couldn´t wash it out, it just got more slimey and sticky. I would have to wait for it to dry and brush it out.

Lily was always very put out that I wouldn´t cuddle her until it was dry either.
I´d forgotten all about those horrid slugs.

-- Daff