Seriously. I hate poop. Seeing makes me uneasy. Smelling it makes me nauseous. Cleaning it up is an exercise in will power to keep myself from plunging my hands into bleach.
I just had to dump cat litter out of my shoe for the second time, and I really want to set it on fire. Sweet cleansing fire.
Just had to get that out there.
Soundtrack: Mary Prankster - New Tricks
Cat: Leaning on my left leg
