Gritty
Hooman came home yesterday, and he'd been somewhere different. I could tell. His legs were bare. He was in those short trowsers he wears when it's hot. And those legs smelt different - they smelt funny. They smelt of salt, and fish, and mud, and dirt. They smelt a bit oily too. And stuff was coming off of him. When he removed his feets covers, a fine grit fell on the floor. Then when he took off the feets covers he has underneath his main feets covers, even more grit fell out. I sniffed it. It was like the stuff in my wee tray, but thinner. My hooman saw me sniffing it and said 'That's sand, Frankie'. I blinked at him. I woke up this morning and there was even more 'sand' on the floor. It's everywhere. I don't like it. I hope my hooman gets rid of it. Weird gritty stuff.