In which I go “there”

My cat, Tobias von Snicklefritz, being the delicate flower that he is, will not use a litter box that is anything less than pristine. So what happens when the litter box is less than pristine? Some cats will relieve themselves near the litter box. Not Toby. Toby is a statement pooper.

The other day, Toby left a little coprolite in the middle of the kitchen floor. It’s the cat equivalent of a snarky memo:

ATTN: All

Some people have been less than fastidious in their doodie duties. I trust this issue will be rectified immediately. If not, there will be repercussions.

The Management

Sometimes Toby even makes it personal, like the time he got mad at Kurt and pooped on his laundry. (I still crack up just thinking about it.)

You can pretend to be horrified all you want, but admit it: haven’t you ever wanted to express yourself with a well-placed poopie? If Toby had a larynx, I’m sure he would tell you that it’s very effective.

2 Responses to “In which I go “there””

  1. my dog totally hates me...and leaves "well-placed poopies" far too often! Ughhh...i want to strangle him! At least your cat does it for a good reason :P Even though, I'm sure you wouldn't necessarily agree...hehehe!

  2. Response from Amy:

    Oh dear me, I am totally cracking up! Especially that he pooped in the clothes! Thanks for the laugh.