Jan 17, 2012

Simon's Cat - Double Trouble

This is what every day is like in our home.

Except we have four crazy cats instead of just two. And we don't keep our litter boxes in the living room. Not even when the cats were just wee kittens.

Meow.


The smacks to the top of the head and the young kitty taking a "shiver/stare" crap in the litter box is our Gogo to a fucking T.

She generally likes to wait until we are cleaning out the litter boxes every day to do her business.  As if to say "Thank you, human. For giving me an appropriately clean place to take a shit. Now clean this mess up! I may have use for it again in an hour or so.  Chop chop!"

9 comments:

sybil law said...

Yep!
I always wonder if the cats are actually thinking, "Oh, look! There's the one who likes to clean up our poo! She LIKES it! I think I'll give her some more." It never fails that as soon as you've cleaned it, one of the fuckers goes right in and sullies it. It's either a thank you or they think it's what you WANT them to do. Either way- gaaahhh!

RW said...

We don't have pets any more and can't say I miss it. Who am I kidding, I don't miss it at all. With animals comes poop. Plus they always end up croaking. Why put oneself through all that agony. Cute though, so long as they belong to somebody else. :-)

B.E. Earl said...

Sybil - Gogo is our only cat who does that. She's very proud to poop in front of us.

RW - "Cute though, so long as they belong to somebody else." That's exactly what I say about children. :)

savannah said...

allergies or that's my story and i'm stickin to it, sugar! ;) xoxoxox

B.E. Earl said...

Savannah - I understand. Had em all my life until I fell in love with a woman with cats. ;)

Slyde said...

if i didnt have to clean out their poo, cats would be great...

of course, thats also what i've often said about you...

B.E. Earl said...

Slyde - to love me is to love my poo. Wait, what?

limpy99 said...

Our older cat came back after disapperaing for 11 days during some of the coldest weather yet this year. During that time my daughter cried and I mounted several expeditions through the surrounding neighborhood including a number of gross violations of private property laws. No cat. When she did reappear, after the first significant snowfall, she had three bad bites near her ass and, somehow, a broken tail.

Guess who just became an indoor cat?

LegalMist said...

That was hilarious!