Penises are trouble.
You may recall a recent post in which I noted the odd-cute manner in which Jasper approached the litter box and his business therein.
I even posted pictures.
Well.
There have been developments since then, none of them good. Some cat is no longer confining his or her elimination to the litter box.
At first I thought it was Bean who, tired of being ambushed by the dauphin, went outside of the enclosed box so as to observe better the movements of the said ambusher. I therefore removed the top, thinking this would solve the problem.
It did not.
I reconsidered: What if the matter were not that of a female cat squatting outside of the box, but of a male cat perched on the edge and overshooting? What if the puddle were produced by a poorly-pointed penis?
This seems to be the case.
I’ve had a conversation with Jasper about his aim, but he gives me the blank look of a teenager bored by everything an adult has to say. If he could, I’d bet he’d stick his paws in his ears and sing la-la-la-la-la-la over my remonstrations.
Boys!
AbsurdBeats 