Stinking outside the box

Grandma says I stink outside the box, not just think outside of it. Silly Grandma -- I stink whether I'm in or out of the box!

I am very proud of my lil sister Kadi (the Short Bus of the cat world ... I never thought I'd say that about her!). She hasn't quite learned to poop outside the box like I do, but with lots of training and harassment, I have finally convinced her to poop in the box and not cover it up. Mommy is just so confounded 'cause she's used to yelling at me but is realizing that the house smells like shit even when I am sitting happily nuzzling her ankles.

Kadi won't shit outside the box 'cause she gets yelled at for enough stuff. If Mommy so much as leaves her underwear or sock drawers the slightest bit open, Kadi will -- through the tiny slit -- pull out every sock or pair of guchies she can get her grimy little claws on. Practically every morning, Mommy steps in a pile of her own underwear, and she gets mad because it's all scandalous and such and Kadi's claws are sharp. Anyway, I will always be her good, loving cat who poops everywhere and wipes her ass on the rug and walls, and Kadi will always be the troublemaking cat who is at least continent. We even each other out, I guess!