My cat is a nervous pooper. I’m sure you didn’t all need to know that but as she is one of the few people in my life I can embarrass on this blog without them complaining, I feel the need to tell you.
She really is. She won’t go at a strange house, and she won’t go in kitty litter. She won’t go if someone’s watching and she won’t go if you stand too close.
When we go to visit Husband’s parents we take her with us. She has always travelled well, except when it comes time to poop. So what she does is she just doesn’t… For days at a time. Although, for some reason her bowels simply can’t make that final hour trip home and she has to go. In the car. And she does.
Husband took this photo of her sitting in the window at his parents. That may look like a fat cat, but no. It’s a cat who really has to poop.
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