The Joy of Poop

Even though the litterbox is quasi-clean, I took a dump not once but TWICE behind the litterbox today -- once in the morning and once while I was awaiting my loving mother's arrival home tonight.

She is NOT amused.

I am. I keep telling her through my loving weaving through her feet as she walks across the apartment that I am such a talented pussy that I view crapping outside the box as my creative outlet.

The second time, I shat so hard that it bled. She told me this was my big fat ticket to see the vet if I keep this shit up.

At least I didn't poop on her pretty black-and-blue rug like I've been longing to do. I'm saving that for when I'm REALLY mad at her!