(Okay, so this isn’t an actual picture of “the event”, but it’s the closest thing I could find.)
I feel like a parent whose child has just gone potty on the “big toilet” for the first time. It’s been exactly one week since I’ve had her and four days since her enema and the stray kitty has finally pooped on her own (no stimulation) and in her litter box, no less! WOO HOO! It was quite a major event considering the only time she’s ever pooped was with the assistance of a vet. I heard her going to town scratching it up in her litter box so I leaned in to check out what was happening. Then, I began to smell that oh-so-familiar scent of animal poo and I knew that my little girl was taking care of business. Then, she proceeded to remain seated on her poo with sleepy “pot eyes” (you know, how people look after smoking weed?). Although she was obviously relaxed and perfectly content where she was, after a minute or two I decided I needed to remove her from her own stink. I immediately sent out a mass text message (okay, so it was just my mom, sister, and husband) to alert them of the poop situation. Everyone was ecstatic and we all lived happily ever after. (Yeah, I know that last bit didn’t really “fit” with this little story, but it just felt right.)
My little girl is growing up. Sniff . . .
