Yesterday, I walked down to the basement, or to the “Brie-cave” as my brother refers to it. There, my cat was in her litter box, taking care of business, as it were. She looked up and saw me, and was immediately filled with such joy and excitement that she felt the need to run out of her litter box before entirely finishing her business.
It was like a slow motion scene from a movie – her liquid cat discharge spraying everywhere!!
(I feel the need to mention she recently had to switch cat food to a hypo-allergenic brand, and it seems her internals are still adjusting to her new cuisine.)
She leaped onto the couch where I was now sitting and smeared a giant streak onto my oh-so-comfy blanket, which immediately made its way into the washing machine.
And so I got to thinking about life. I mean, when was the last time you were SO excited about something you literally just shit everywhere?
It must be very freeing.