Speaking of Poop

i cannot believe what happened earlier tonight.  i was sitting at my desk and Hopper was sitting on the side desk, when i suddenly smelled something.  Brian was in the next room, and i remarked, "somebody didn’t bury."

i happened to look in Hopper’s direction, and she was taking a dump on the side desk.  wha–?  she’s pooped outside the box before (on this occasion and this other occasion among others), but never so blatantly in front of us.  i mean, she was in the middle of the act when i saw her.  she got a time out in the bathroom, which she’s never had before.  i’m not sure how that went because Brian was the disciplinarian this time.  i was frozen where i sat, in disbelief, in dismay, and absolutely mortified.

a few days ago i woke up to that same smell, and i thought the same thought:  somebody didn’t bury.  i tossed and turned and put the pillow over my head to keep the stink at bay.  Brian had already woken up and moved to the couch to "get ready" to get ready for work.  when he returned to the bedroom, he mentioned the smell.  it was still there, yet when he checked the litter boxes in the hallway, there were no telltale signs.

i leaped right out of bed.  we pulled the covers off and guess what we found?  luckily, it wasn’t anywhere near me.  we don’t know who did it, but we have a clue.  geez.  i’d rather wake up to a lump of coal on Christmas day.