Poo run run run

When a cat's got to go, a cat's got to go.

When I feel my belly rumbling, and I feel my dinner working its way through, I know it's time...

It's time to visit my poo and wee box.

I walk into it, turn around a few times, dig around a bit, then position myself for a big poo.

Then, when my poo is done...relief!

I feel so much lighter!

I feel free!

I jump out of the box and run around.

I run to the window sill and jump up onto it.

Then I jump back down and run to my hooman's napping quarters and into the cupboard.

Then I run back into the big room.

Then I lick my front feets for a bit.

I love post-poo zoomies.






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