June 24th 2010 9:59 pm
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When I had to use to my litterbox yesterday, first I went wee. There wasn't a lot of litter in the box, so I wasn't comfortable about also going ookies in it. I also knew I *should* go ookies in it, so I tried to figure out a way to do so -- all the while really needing to go ookies. So I formulated a strategy and situated myself accordingly.
Well, I did the best I could, and I scraped a lot of litter around (well, "a lot" is speaking relatively, since there wasn't all that much litter in the box to begin with), hoping to cover it all up nicely. When I looked, I was surprised at how well-hidden it all seemed.
But when I turned around to exit the box I saw that I had, um, shall we say, not achieved the objective. I decided to pretend I didn't notice anything, walked around the ookies on the floor next to the litterbox, and sought out my dad for some snacks.
Then my mom came in from the garage with her arms full of laundry from the dryer. She brought the bathmat into the bathroom and said, "Oh! Won has decorated the bathroom!" My dad said, "Really?" He sounded puzzled. "Yes," my mom said, "Won has put decorations all over the floor. Well, not *all* over, but there are little feline . . . 'decorations,' right next to the litterbox."
She went into the bathroom and was in there for a while. First I heard a scraping noise, then I heard a plunk noise, then I heard a fshhhhh-fshhhh-fshhhh noise, then I heard the toilet paper roll rolling, then I didn't hear hardly any noise at all for a while. Then I heard a flushing noise, then I heard the water running in the sink. Then I heard my mom take the towel off the towel rack and then a moment later put it back on again. Then she came out of the bathroom and petted me and said, "Hi Won. Please don't decorate the bathroom anymore, okay?"
I have no plans to decorate the bathroom anymore, believe me. But decorating the garage is another thing entirely . . .
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