So we have a 2 cats. Right. Common knowledge. The rule is, in case you didn’t know, one litter box per cat. We have ours side by side in the laundry closet.

Anyhoo. There I was. Scooping. A semi-dailyish chore, depending. I had just finished scooping Box A and was starting in on Box B. A cat approaches. Not Richard’s surly old man, but my princess Versace… I figured she was curious as to what I was doing. But then she hopped over me into Box A which she has never done during the Scooping Process. Not to mention she has always been very discreet about the potty. I was surprised. I watched her as she playfully pawed. Then suddenly she turned and made a face like ‘Yes, I’m doing this’. I was like ‘WTH?’ but she looked at me again with that look. Next thing I know she is doing a #2. Right there. In front of me and all. 

Needless to say the Scooping Process ended a bit early today. Also, she won’t be in the same room as me right now. I think we now have ‘issues’. My cat is crazier than me, and that says something.

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