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.