You'll be hearing more about this, I'm sure.
I find myself in sudden (re)possession of a cat that may or may not have a broken ass*. You'd think I'd have more to say on the topic, and I'm sure I will, but for now, that's about the size of it.
Well, except for this:
She took the move with aplomb, and as far as I know hasn't left her box since we put her in it. I hope--first for the cat's sake and then for Bob's (What? He likes cats. And his laundry room is so big and available...)--that this turns out to have been the right thing to do.
* Broken as in prolapsed or otherwise not fully potty functional. Not broken like bones. She's been seen by a vet and all, but I haven't actually looked for myself yet, to see what's going on back there.
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Bob somehow ends up with a cat no matter where he goes.
Are you *sure* he's not an old spinster feminist in disguise?
Well, let's see. Old. Spinster. Feminist. Two out of three and he doesn't even need a disguise.
That may explain what's wrong with the stealth pooper. Huh. See this whole reading blogs thing does have its usefulness. It's like research!
Has he autographed your carpets yet?
:)
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