Kitties!
Maui here.
A word of advice: If, for some reason, you find yourself in The Box, trying to poop--but the poop won't come--do not, I repeat, DO NOT think a little serenade will help things move along.
It doesn't.
What a song does do is bring your Mommy's (or Dad's) attention to your pooping, or as the case may be, lack thereof...and the next thing you know you are at the vet getting warm water squirted up your spot #13! And then...well...you know...let's just say some personal records for length and volume were achieved and leave it at that.
*whew*
And if that weren't enough, because of the inevitable poopy pants untidyness not one, but TWO butt baths occurred, along with numerous warm wet washcloths applied to my (by now somewhat raw) nether regions.
The crowning indignity, however, was this:
Yes, a DIAPER.
Tie dyed (for style), but still...a diaper!
First not enough poop, then too much...Mommy is impossible to please.
So remember, kitties--No singing in the box, ever.
Don't say you weren't warned.
Happy Thursday!
XX Clean-as-a-whistle Maui XX