Ok, I admit it. There was a box in the living room that had 3 of Buddah's toys in it, and I peed in it this morning.
Twice.
But in my defense, the litter box was unacceptable, so I found the next appropriate thing. I could have whizzed on the bed, or in someone's shoes, or the laundry basket, but I picked a box.
It's not my fault Buddah left his toys in there.
The Woman was not happy. She was not happy enough that I went to bed and curled up, lest I have to listen to "That was not nice" one more time.
And I got to christen it first.
But the freaky thing is that she knew I had to pee.
How the heck did she know???
Twice.
But in my defense, the litter box was unacceptable, so I found the next appropriate thing. I could have whizzed on the bed, or in someone's shoes, or the laundry basket, but I picked a box.
It's not my fault Buddah left his toys in there.
The Woman was not happy. She was not happy enough that I went to bed and curled up, lest I have to listen to "That was not nice" one more time.
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| I wish mine was red. But it's blue. |
A little while ago, though, she woke me up and said she had something I might want to use first, and then she picked me up and carried me to the litter box room, and doods, there was a brand new box in there.
And I got to christen it first.
But the freaky thing is that she knew I had to pee.
How the heck did she know???