meow... DREAMING ABOUT LITTER BOXES...

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Meow. Earlier today I was enjoying my late-afternoon nap after being awoken by my owner as he came back home from work. He greeted me and went into my bathroom. Seconds later I hear him shout,

"Sunkisttttt!"

I sensed aggregated anger in his voice so I quickly ran to my safe spot, which is located above the fridge and behind a 32pk of water bottles. He approached me and told me to come here. I reluctantly listened and he grabbed me, immediately taking me to my bathroom.

He dropped me right in front the poop I had dropped earlier today on the bathroom floor shouting,

"Bad boy!" Really loudly. And I mean, deafening loud.

He then proceeded to pick my poop and drop them in the toilet. I really don't understand what the big deal is. I suppose it could be the smell. It's not that bad, but not my favorite. Plus, its much more comfortable just going on the floor, it's tough balancing on that weird toilet thing. I usually shit in the toilet, but sometimes my poop gets stuck on the side of the bowl, not submerged under the water, and smells equally as bad IMVHO. Oh how I miss my litter box...

Please upvote if you liked this post. Time for another nap... Sunkist out.