Miss Meow Meow pooped on the carpet again, a foot away from the litter box.  That’s not something I wanted to see first thing in the morning after I woke up.  Walking past the disaster area, I was still half awake, but the smell immediately woke me up.  I almost fainted and rolled down the stairs.  Callie, the dog, was barking because she wanted her breakfast.  The damned cat was nowhere to be seen.  Normally, she would be meowing along while the dog was barking – both demanded to be fed first.  I fed the dog first and then started to look for her.  She was hiding underneath the couch and looking guilty.  Of course.  A lady just doesn’t poop anywhere she wants.  Otherwise, it will be like Mr. Doggy and Phyllis Church in this video…

I walked back upstairs and held my breath while passing the unsightly scene.  I told myself to get some toilet paper from the bathroom to clean it up.  You know once you get to a certain old age, you forget things in a second.  I did get to the bathroom alright, but by then I forgot about getting the toilet paper and all.  I turned on the water and got ready for a nice hot shower.  As I was washing my non-existing hair, I remembered the whole cleaning up thing.   Being worried about forgetting it again, I began to whisper to myself non stop like some crackhead.

After I was satisfied with the cleanness of my body, I got dressed and brought lots of toilet paper with me to clean up kitty’s poop.  It was gone.  Nothing was there as if it never happened.  Callie was pretending to nap not too far away from the crime scene.  She ate it.  The silly goose ate it all.  Good doggie.  Goooooood doggie!