Why...why does she dookie on the leather couch?

  This morning she rushed inside. "Busy, busy- no time to talk!" She disappeared- for a few minutes and then, at the last moment, right back out the door. Important appointements, I guess. Now I notice the earthy smeel of cat dookie. On the leather couch.

  Why does the cat, who spends all night outside, decide to save up her offal for a quick morning rush into the house to crap on the sweet leather couch?

  This cat cannot do math- I've tried to teach her. Nor can she operate a simple drill press or lathe, though she feigns interest, so vocational school is out. I thought we were getting somewhere with cash register training but I was deluding myself.

  No, all she wants to do is party with the male cats who, at best, have questionable interest in a long-term relationship with her.

  We feed her. We love her and give her water. And in repayment she slips a little stealt dookie, drops a deuce in the most classical sense, right on the leather couch. As though it were her goddamned mission for the day, in the 5 minutes that she's inside.

  I'd make a hat out of her but my head's too big. Gloves, but there's only enough of her for one. So instead I'll keep making sure she's fed and loved and wonder why, why, why she dropped the deuce on my girlfriend's Chesterfield.

PB

but you could make a

"""" MAN THONG""""

right????


hats... no uh huh.....


lost

Man, that thing's defective. No wonder it craps on your sofa. :D

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I have no answers, except that maybe it is an international cat conspiracy, wherein cats try to determine where their owners least want them to do their business, then do so, so they can post about it on some secret website unknown to humans. LOLcats, indeed.

:rofl:

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