I woke up to find our cat Minerva-B-Dog-Destroyer-Of-Civilization walking around with an six-inch blade of grass sticking out of her rear end. Apparently she didn’t get the memo that she’s supposed to throw that stuff up :/

I couldn’t just pull it out of her. I think that would be painful, or at least uncomfortable to her, not to mention me, as I would struggle to manhandle a squirmy ball of claws and teeth. Instead I decided to use the scissors on my utility knife to cut the grass off near the base, and let the rest happen in the litter box later today.

The squirming was still in effect, but I managed to accomplish my task. Now to wash my Leatherman!