I was battling a migraine on Friday and wound up taking a rare and much needed afternoon nap. I got myself up with about 10 minutes to spare before Blockette came home from school. I thought, I have just enough time to go to the bathroom and get the mail.
We have a small bathroom right off of our laundry room in the basement. I thought I'll just go in there real quick and leave out the garage door.
Heh.
Famous last words.
When I walked into the laundry room I saw poopy paw prints all over the floor.
And this:
Certainly it is not poo.
It couldn't be.
Not that high up on the wall.
No way.
I don't even want to know what kind of acrobatics my cat was doing to get the poop on the wall THREE feet off the floor.
Good Times.
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