Manure manners

My Mom fosters kittens. Lots of kittens. The little poopers are everywhere! Mom is a lot more patient with them than I am. I like to grab them by the neck and hold them down. Just to show who's boss. But the last couple of days, Mom has even wanted to throttle a couple of them ... I do believe.

Monday night, we're getting ready to hit the hay. Mom grabs me up and says, "Let's go to bed, Doodle." She puts me down on the bed first and I notice the problem right away and think "This isn't going to be pretty." Mom starts to lay down and then jumps up and yells, "Ew!" Those little poopers had peed on the bed. Right in the middle. So Mom grumbles a little then grabs me and we head for the couch. I'm thinking, "This ain't over."

Next morning, sure nuff, Mom goes in the bedroom to change the sheets and there's poop on there. Two nice little piles. Then last night Mom is walking around the living room and she spots something. A pile o' poo. She looks behind a mirror leaning against the wall, another pile. She gets up this morning ... two more piles in almost the same spots. I don't call them 'little poopers' for nothing. heheh