I think I made the humans mad at me again today. Where did I want to go for my poo? I wanted a luxurious squat, a lovely soft soil to rake back and make the whole unpleasant experience slightly more tolerable, when what did I happen across other than a newly potted plant. Quick look about, and no humans, so I jump up and push down some of the soil. Ahhhhhh, fresh and soft. The pot is only just big enough to fit me in, but I stare straight ahead, lower my rear half, and expel the offending faeces. The said projectile was rather liquidy I thought. Never mind. Without looking, I scrape some soil back over, then jump out of the pot, and amble over to the corner of the garden. Only when I saunter back to the patio door do I realise that I missed the pot entirely, instead making a mess of the patio. I sniff it a bit (I have to, I'm a cat!) and slink off inside, dodging the human that has come to put out the washing.

Again, shouts of "Smudge! You stupid cat" follow me up the stairs. I jump on the bed, and clean my butt.

By the time the human has come up I'll pretend to be asleep, and he won't have the heart to wake me. Oh, the things I can get away with, being me.

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June 8, 2001