March 26th 2013 9:28 pm
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Around here, it is mostly dog-guy who likes to do what is politely known as scooting...so when meowmy heard a strange sound after I came out of the litter box, she thought Dog-guy was over there...not scooting, but stealing croquettes...
It was I!
And she saw a nice trail of...um...something stinky...and dog-guy was there, but he was sniffing the floor in bewilderment, because how was he supposed to steal that kind of offering??
And then meowmy realized that I had had a caboose trying to follow me out of said box...and I didn't like it at all, so I left it on the floor. So there!
But I couldn't even try to blame it on Dog-guy, because meowmy saw me finishing my scootie-patooting...sigh...
Can't blame it on chocolate eggs either, because Easter Bunny hasn't visited here just yet!
So I shall have to admit it...I did a scootie-patootie!
That's not as bad as what Finley did today - she left a big stinky poo in the living room!
Embarrassing - but it happens to the best of us.
That isn't embarrassing, Wan-Lea Wendy Avalon! That is something to be proud of! Way to go, butt scootin' Minko! I know the Diary Gal is going to LOVE this entry!
I do that too sometimes and I even leave big splats of stinky on the floor, side of the washer and litter box...
Yeah the Diary Gal will like this one for sure!
Glad to have such good company (MOL)! I go next to the box a lot too, being very particular that way and also scoot-the-poop. Then meowmie comes home and can't understand why its so stinky.
Scoot scoot scoot, scoot scoot scoot, scoot your booty, scoot your booty! MOL
MOL, You kitties make meowmy and me giggle!
Right now I am sitting in a a big box that came to our front door...and meowmy wonders why I am shaking my paws, now...
Scoot your booty, Scoot your patootie, Shake your pawties, and jump out like those Cooties - are chasing after you...shake em and scoot em all over, through the door, on the floor, and then shake em some more...having a kitty is never a bore; MOL!
Oh man you stole my thunder! I was just going to write a diary entry on how I must have mistaken my Mom's blanket on her bed for ultra-soft Charmin. Yep, you guessed it, I scooted on my Mom's bed, and this was the second time. Angel-soft, so much easier on the bum than carpet. Good thing my Mom keeps a spare blanket for the top of the bed on hand at all times. No wonder we keep being Valentines with so much in common. MOL