Cat-ASS-trophe

Mommy locks Kadi and me out of her bedroom at nights now. I get mad because I love to sleep in the bed with her, but Kadi meows constantly and keeps us awake at all hours. Mommy tried just throwing Kadi out and keeping me, but I am an old cat and even though I don't always hit the litterbox, I like to be somewhat near it. I actually scratch to get OUT when I'm trapped with her, but when I come to my senses, I'm screwed.

Anyway, the other night, Kadi and I were mad that we'd been exiled -- madder than usual, I might add. Normally we throw ourselves against the door and piss and moan, but always to no avail. So I got Mommy good. I crapped right in the middle of the living room carpet. I was sort of nice, though, as I left a wet, steaming mess on an empty Kohl's bag, but I dragged my butt in a circle around it.

Kind of like pirates use an "X" to mark the spot of their buried treasure -- but when I leave MY booty behind, it's always in plain sight! And my booty also has rugburn. And dingleberries. Sweet, sweet dingleberries that I then leave on Mommy's pale-beige comforter cover after she leaves for work 'cause that's the only time I get unrestricted access to the bed!