Enough About Me ...

My cat shits outside the box. I originally thought it was some form of encopresis, but that was me and the DSM-IV having a go at variations on psychosis. Ah to be a young bird with a cognitive psychology degree. It turns out she is top cat. Top cat to other feline in her pride means that she will not cover her stool for it is majestic and worthy of others to olfactor in its glory. She is queen and you will cover while she will not. Could be the makings for a new romantic comedy. Madelyn and Jack meet by the litter box. Madelyn shits and doesn't cover, Jack covers and doesn't shit. Jack meows platonically. Despite that twinkle in their eyes obvious to the audience, Jack trots off to see if the pork was left out. Madelyn licks her butt hole. After various comic scenes involving walking downstairs to eat then upstairs to sit then downstairs to eat again, the two realize they've been laying around for hours on the same coat that was tossed on the couch subsequently pouncing them into purfect love.