Accidentally did this to our damned cat yesterday. He was dozing on the end table. I set my drink down & the "clunk" of the glass on wood made him jump like an airbag went off under him.
I almost felt bad, but his standard operating procedure is to sit inside the litterbox with his ass hanging over the edge so all the shit goes on the floor.
5 for bastard cats. I don't know why this very common and obvious observation about a cat's pooping procedure is so funny to me right now. I guess I'm in a good mood...
God I miss having a cat, asshole (human) tendencies and all. My girlfriend's cat passed away a few months ago at the young age of 19. At the end he was a very happy old blind man, and still an asshole: his sense of smell only improved with his failing eyes, and my girlfriend is a really good cook. As slow as he appeared to move, you'd turn your back on a pizzA or grilled cheese for less than 5 seconds and he'd be on it, even if he was in the other room when you left. It's been about 2 and a half months since he didn't make it through a brutally hot and smoky summer, and every time we drop an ice cube or piece of cheese or something we still look for his water dish or say hello to my backpack. The apartment complex says "no new pets", which is pretty standard for most apartment complexes in Portland now, which we could totally get around but technically it's not my place or anything to make such a decision.
In the state of Victoria, Australia, they just passed a law/act that says that any tenant has the right to keep a pet, dog, cat, whatever (is legal to have as a pet).
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