One of my cats pooped in the kitchen last night. My husband and I were fixing dinner when we smelled something like a dirty diaper. We were quite perplexed since the diaper wearing inhabitants were sound asleep upstairs. Evil, evil kitties. Abby - nicknamed "Whore" - and obviously the guilty one, came over to the now clean spot about an hour later and tried to cover it up (with what, I don't know). I hate them. But I love them. Ugh.
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