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I Almost Had a Shitastrophe!
Disaster was narrowly avoided…
I was doing one of my favorite tasks yesterday.
Counting pennies? Watching my investments evaporate before my eyes? Nope, not even close. I was cleaning out my cat’s litter box.
Yes, my cat spends most of the day outside, but I keep her in a shed with a porch to keep her from ending up on the dinner menu of coyotes or any other predator that hunts at night.
How does she repay me?
She craps in a litter box, even though she has the freedom to crap anywhere outside. I think it makes her feel superior when she sees me cleaning out her litter box almost every day.
If you ever have self-esteem issues, get a dog, not a cat. Trust me!
So, why am I giving you all of this amazing backstory?
Well, I was doing my duty of cleaning out the litter box, and I was walking down the steps and apparently I missed one of them because I almost fell and twisted my knee.
I managed to keep the shovel in my hand due to my amazing athletic abilities, but that didn’t stop the cat turds from flying about 20 feet in the air. Luckily, her mess landed safely away from me, or I’d still be in the shower trying to cleanse myself.
