We have 3 cats in our house. Full disclosure, I only marginally like one of them... but I must digress. Anyway, because these cats are assholes, they each have their own litter box placed strategically throughout the home.
One of these litter boxes sits in the corner of the game room for our kids. A few minutes ago, one of my 5th grade twin boys runs into my office exclaiming disgust.
"Dad, Marshmallow just had Diarrhea and his poop fell outside the litter box. he missed it completely and it dropped it on the floor. Dad, have your ever seen that happen? It changes you. I can't ever unsee that again."
The conviction in his voice had me dying. I asked him if he was going to clean it up. He said gross,No way. I don't even want to go in there again.
I said don't worry, your mom will be home soon.
I sure as fvck won't be cleaning that up.
One of these litter boxes sits in the corner of the game room for our kids. A few minutes ago, one of my 5th grade twin boys runs into my office exclaiming disgust.
"Dad, Marshmallow just had Diarrhea and his poop fell outside the litter box. he missed it completely and it dropped it on the floor. Dad, have your ever seen that happen? It changes you. I can't ever unsee that again."
The conviction in his voice had me dying. I asked him if he was going to clean it up. He said gross,No way. I don't even want to go in there again.
I said don't worry, your mom will be home soon.
I sure as fvck won't be cleaning that up.
