Covering Our Tracks...

Just now my wife came upstairs and was suddenly very cold. She had been lying on the couch downstairs, and her hair was a bit tousled. As she does when she is cold, she was shivering a bit and making a fair amount of noise regarding her displeasure of the temperature. My boy cat happened to be near her, and as she wrapped a white bath robe around herself, she started towards him as if she wanted to pet him or pick him up. As she approached, he retreated into the room I was in (where my computer is), to room where the litter 'dome' is located. As she pursued, he backed all the way up to the entrance of the litter dome and almost stepped inside. Although this would not normally be of interest, it was obvious that he did not need to use the litter box, but was simply terrified by her appearance and behavior, and had decided that the poo dome was the one place he could go where she wouldn't come for him. I found this profoundly funny, as did she. Since, she has gone to bed and he is currently using the litter box. Whether or not she scared it out of him remains a mystery. We only have our perceptions in the end. I like to think it was the sight of her hair that did it. I know I pooed a little inside when I saw it.

This has been brought to you under the influence of a heck of a lot of IPA's, including Founders' Double Trouble. Very nice.