Yeah, thanks a lot, Otis.

[apocalypsos]

Me: Okay, it's almost midnight, and I can almost start my NaNo. Woohoo! *holds fingers over keyboard*
Otis: (to himself) Hey, Mom looks like she's waiting for something. I think I'll give her something to do. I'll bet she'll be really happy to have something to do to get her mind off her troubles! *toddles off*

A minute later ...

Me: *freezes* Oh, God, what's that smell? *searches and discovers Otis has shit in the spare bedroom*
Otis: *shows up to purr and weave happily between my legs* Hi! Aren't you happy I gave you something to kill time doing? I know my litter could hold off to be changed until the morning, but I figured what the hey, right?
Me: *RAGEFACE*
Otis: ... uh, okay, I think I'll just go hide in the bedroom closet. Possibly forever. *scurries off*

Comments

[skandrae.livejournal.com]

I think Otis is related to my Rodney, who left a lovely pile of sick in the entrance of the apartment, which of course I stepped in on my way in from work *grr*

[calger459.livejournal.com]

Man I hate it when my cat does that, and I KNOW it's on purpose 'cause she's totally healthy. If I'm not paying enough attention to her she'll do most of her business in the pan, saunter out where I can see her, then do the rest on the carpet, looking all smug about it. RAWRR! Cats ^^;;

[florahart]

Bright side: this discovery was not made with your toes.