When I got to my mom’s house last night, I fed the kitty her treats and shut the porch door, not thinking. That meant that she was confined to the porch all night instead of being able to come and go as she pleased, which has been the case with the partially open door for the last few nights. Well, the kitty left a present for me right outside the inside porch door — right where I would surely find it. She pooped right outside the door, and I happened to notice it (thank the Good Lord) before stepping in it. I considered not giving her treats this morning, but I already had the treats in my hand and the behavior wouldn’t have been modified by the action at that point in time. Part of behavior modification is timing and association. Anyway, I have a real problem with cat and dog poop (in contrast, no problem whatsoever with human feces, but we’ve all got our quirks), so it’s still there. Waiting. Obviously, the kitty was nonplussed with my shutting the door last night. It’s a good thing that my mom and I bought a cat door to put in the porch the other day. I’d say we need to put that in ASAP. I don’t, however, like the idea of being controlled by the cat. I like the idea of stepping in cat poop even less, though. The kitty is angry with me…
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.
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