I like to roll in it.

"Eatin' Da Poo"

My cat is extremely strange. Let's get that outta the way early. It's mostly an old roommates fault as he left out a bag of magic mushrooms that my cat got into rather vigerously. (sat on a chair and stared for three days.) Anyway, she has this poop problem. Namely me. I always "convieniently" forget to change the poor things litter box. Sometimes she gets this funny walk that I now understand to be the "Hey you wank you need to clean the damn box already!!!!" walk. I was sitting on the couch watching TV and saw what to me at the time was one of the most hilarious of my life. I'm watching this show one night in the dark in my living room and out of the corner of my eye I see my cat, butt to the floor with her back legs in a V in front of her on the floor, and she's sitting up straight pulling herself with her front claws across the carpet. The kitty moon walk I thought to myself at the time. Anyway, she does that all the way around the coffee table in front of me. ! She get up then, and gets the forementioned walk going around the living room and dining room. Stopping every once in a while to do the "moonwalk". I'm trying incredibly hard not to laugh any harder than I am and wake my roomies at this point.

She finally gives up and jumps in my lap. I start petting her and continue watching the show. She kept fidgetting around in my lap so I kicked her off the couch and continued my show. She didn't return at all, and by the end of the show I decided I'd better go to bed. I climbed into bed, and went to sleep, with my cat snuggled up on my feet.

I woke up in the middle of the night with an ungodly stench burning my nose. (suprised I have nose hairs left.) It smelled like a major sulpher crap. You know all about those don't you guys? Of course you do, your the order of it. :) Anyway, I kick my cat off and try to go back to sleep but I cant. I roll over and go to grab the pillow and *splat*. My hand connects with a little piece of stringy cat dookie. I say stingy cause it was partially held together by cat hair. I'm assuming from cleaning herself. It took much of my willpower not to blow chunks all over my bedsheets. Like it woulda mattered if they got dirty. Needless to say the box, though still not kept as it should, get's cleaned more often now.

Oh, and I mentioned the story was two-fold didn't I? The next day, after I finally got to sleep on my sleeping bag with pillows, and no pillowcases, my roommate starts pounding on my door. I'm pissed cause I didn't get much sleep, but got up to see what he wanted. "Dude, you need to clean this sh*t up", he told me. He then proceeded to show my cat's little "racing" stains all over the living room carpet.