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Sam and the Litter Box - Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Sometimes you can become maybe a LITTLE too close to your cats.
It started with small things—a meow here, a little purr sound there… And everyone plays with balls, right? So what if they have little bells in them… And I didn’t really get too disturbed when he said he could tell the difference between Munchie’s spit and Persian’s spit… After all, it wasn’t like he said their butts smelled different…
But maybe, just maybe he may have just crossed the boundary. Maybe just a little.
Last night I woke Sam up to get him out of my bed and into his own. This is pretty much a nightly process. He is pretty good about it. He wakes up—sort of—walks from my room to either his room (where he climbs up onto his top bunk, once you actually stand him by the bed and say “climb” ) or into the living room (where he likes to sleep in the recliner with 2 or 3 cats). He never has any problems negotiating the 3 steps down to the living room. He functions rather well in that half-sleep state.
Or maybe not.
Last night I woke him up and set him in the right direction—which was going to be the living room. And I went into his room to get him some clothes for morning. Again, just part of the normal routine. But when I walked past the bathroom…Sam was standing there…peeing in the cat box. Ok…my mouth hung open for a moment. Not exactly something you see every day—or night. Eventually my brain connected with my mouth (as well as it ever does) and I yelled:
“Sam! What the hell are you doing peeing in the cat box?”
“I’m not peeing in the cat box, dad.” I could hear him rolling his eyes.
Probably should have gone in at that point and…done something. But I just stood there and said:
“Yes you are!”
Brilliant response. He zipped up his pants (still wearing his jeans) and walked past me into the living room, grabbed 2 cats and got into the recliner. He was asleep instantly.
I stood there. My mouth was still open. Kyle was laughing his ass off.
On the bright note….he seems to have better aim when peeing in the cat box than he does in the toilet—and he seems to have a little better aim than the cats…
So maybe, just maybe, Sam is identifying a LITTLE too much with his cats… Maybe it is a bit like being raised with wolves... What next, a tail? Probably should take a look later.
Sam and his cats… *Stretches, flexes his claws and twitches his whiskers*
Don’t know where he gets it from.
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
Omar Khayyam
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