What a Way to Start the Day

So this morning, I wake up to my usual stare down from Monty. Unfortunate for him, that the restroom was beckoning, so I pushed him off the bed. I noticed that when he hit the floor he meowed and it looked like he was favoring a leg. Concerned, I called him into the bathroom with me. He wouldn't come near me. Instead, all he wanted to do was cleaning his hindleg. Now, I was really feeling guilty. Did he sprain his foot when jumping off the bed? I mean, he is 9. He's getting up there.

So when I crawled back into bed, I pulled Monty with me. I tried moving his foot to see if it hurt. No response. He just wanted down. So I let him down, and then laid back in the bed. I got all cozy when suddenly all I could smell was kitty poop. So as I am lying there, I wonder if Monty's behavior could be explained by him carrying around a little extra present this morning. I swore that if I found anything in the bed that I was going to kill him. Fortunately, Monty survived. The poop was besides on the floor next to my side of the bed. Still waking up to kitty poop doesn't sound like an auspicious way to start the day.