Poopy Tuesday

I'm never talking to the Food Dude again, I swear. This morning, I had another cat box disaster. You'd think the Food Dude would understand, seeing how, in the morning after he's had his coffee, he always goes into his own litter box room with the tile floor, and after that thing with the swirling water in it makes that loud roar, the Food Dude and turns on the fan until the raw sewage stink goes away. But he holds me to a higher standard. And with my 1/2-inch-long colon, it's not easy... as soon as food enters my GI tract, I hafta hit the catbox. Which I did this morning. But something bad happened, and I ended up getting poop in all four paws, and all over the right side of my body, too. I kinda looked like a fudgesicle, only I was a shitsicle. And then I shot outta the catbox at 90 miles an hour (so that maybe he'd blame the smell on my big bruther Mao), but my paws were so poopy, the tracks followed me all over the house. When I heard, "OH, SKEEZIX!" I knew I was in for a crappy morning. I got soaked up to my neck in the big sink, and no matter how much I clawed and scratched and screamed, the Food Dude kept putting water on me. So, no, I'm definitely not speaking to the Food Dude ever again. And no matter how furiously I lick, the water stays on my fur. YUCK!!

Poopy Tuesday

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