Shit Happens

There I was, sitting on the couch reading a book. Something small and sharp was poking me in the back. At first I thought it was just my shirt bunching up, so I pulled it straight. Then I thought it was the zipper on the pillow, except it was sort of in the middle of the pillow, instead of along one edge.

I finally sat up and turned around only to find that it was a big chunk of dried crusty cat shit stuck to the pillow case. I feel dirty.

The joys of a kitten in the house.