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 
very entertaining, your writing style is quite unique and enjoyable!
Poorly pointed penises are the workings of the devil I’m sure, I live in a student house and I’m telling you its not just cats who can’t aim!
Happy blogging
LJ Simms
I’m sure you’ve thought of this, but sometimes cats will go outside the box because something’s wrong – they associate the box/litter with pain because of an infection, for example. Which boys are more prone to.
That said, I wouldn’t be surprised if it were just youthful exuberance. Isn’t about a “teenager” by now?
@LJ: Perhaps you need to paste a picture of a fly or some sort of target in the bowl. Apparently it helps if there’s something at which to aim. . . .
@Christine: Yeah, I did think of this, but, without divulging TMI, the evidence tends more toward exuberance than infection.
Judging by the mess I constantly see around the urinal at work, it must be a boy thing, irrespective of species…