Earlier this week, we had a poop problem. For unclear reasons, I was experiencing a prolific poop explosion and the kitties followed suit. Mama said it was unpleasant, but really, who was it most unpleasant for? Her (who only had to clean it up), the kitties (who did their business in the tub), or me, who had to wait all damn day for her to come home to let me out and just couldn’t hold it? It’s MISERABLE! I am a fuzz man who does his duty/doodie outdoors, and having to go inside made me really unhappy.
A few area rugs had to be sacrificed to the God of Area Rugs. The one good part? An excuse to run right out and buy new, plushy, wonderful rugs.
Kafka approves. As do I. New rug is TASTY.