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I came home from work and walked into my bedroom.
My bedroom is one of a few rooms in the house, but apparently, my room was the chosen room. The cat chose this room, it must have some special meaning.
For there, on my bedroom floor, just a few inches from the door like a welcome home present lay a huge wet poo, aside it was a constipated greyish poo, and alongside that was a roundworm.
And i just thought at that moment, that this poo sums up quite a few things perfectly at the moment, this truly is a sign. The cat is trying to tell me something, the cat who has never ever done a poo any where but her potty in the three years we have owned her, now feels that its acceptable to poo in my room. She now feels that my place of slumber is on a par with her toilet.
What. Is. Happening?
Audrey Hepburn by Philippe Halsman
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