New York City, NY. A writer and blogger called Michelle Barrow attends a standard check up at the doctors. She’s seeing her gynecologist and happens to mention that she’s been experiencing a dull ache ‘down there’. The doc investigates and finds something seriously messed up… A compacted two inch cat furball!
It turned out that she had been sleeping in the same bed as her two cats for years and didn’t wash her sheets as often as she might have done. Having s*x in the bed meant that the cat’s hairs would get pushed inside her. The hair got trapped in her contraceptive coil.
We know. Gross, right?
Here’s what Barrow says about it all:
‘My theory is that our sheets are to blame: I’m not very good at making the bed every day so Cricket and Donut have free reign. My fiance and I don’t use condoms so it’d be easy for him to unknowingly have some hair on his penis and during sex it’d be easy for that hair to migrate to my strings where everything got all tangled up. The thought still skeeves me out.’
‘Sex was definitely touch-and-go for the first few weeks after my appointment and I can’t say I blame my fiance for being a little turned off by the thought of my vagina furtata.’
‘I think the moral of the story is that vaginas are crazy mysterious enigmas that we will never really understand, so we may as well just write about how weird they are on the internet.’
Yeah. Either that or ‘wash your damn sheets from time to time‘.
