[ July 31st, 2008 at 4:44 pm ]

This morning I found Twinkie sprawled out in one of her usual spots on the closet floor. Unfortunately she was sitting right next to some poop. I gently scolded her: “Why are you sitting next to your own poop?” As I grabbed various items of clothing from my dresser drawers, I noticed that she kept looking over her shoulder at the pile of feces, as if surprised and disgusted to see it there. She was trying to feign ignorance, but I didn’t fall for that. I came back with plastic baggie to clean it up and she ran away guiltily.