Ok, this is true. When I was 7 I was playing in the basement with a friend. I had to pee like crazy, but I didn’t want to have to run all the way upstairs. Sooooo, I went in the cat’s litter box, and as I did, I made a game out of “darkening” ALL of the litter. About ten minutes later my mother came down into the basement to drop off a bag of potatoes and she saw the totally wet litter box and in her horror, called to my father "Gordon! Something is wrong with the cat!! My dad came down to take a look and said “Holy Smokes!!” Dad went and grabbed our cat and whisked him off to the vet’s office. Though I loved my cat dearly, I kept sheepishly quiet the entire time, never intervening to prevent the needless trip to the vet’s. I hang my head in shame to this day.
Ok, this is true. When I was 7 I was playing in the basement with a friend. I had to pee like crazy, but I didn’t want to have to run all the way upstairs. Sooooo, I went in the cat’s litter box, and as I did, I made a game out of “darkening” ALL of the litter. About ten minutes later my mother came down into the basement to drop off a bag of potatoes and she saw the totally wet litter box and in her horror, called to my father "Gordon! Something is wrong with the cat!! My dad came down to take a look and said “Holy Smokes!!” Dad went and grabbed our cat and whisked him off to the vet’s office. Though I loved my cat dearly, I kept sheepishly quiet the entire time, never intervening to prevent the needless trip to the vet’s. I hang my head in shame to this day.