So - funny story. Two days ago Amanda bought a few things from Target; among those things was a covered litter-box for Avocado. Lately he's been unable to cover up his "mess" without getting litter all over the bathroom floor.

He was a bit apprehensive about his new covered litter-box at first - but we were sure to leave it in the same place as his original box had been, as to make it as least confusing for him as possible. Later on I also stuck him inside just so he would know that there was indeed litter inside.

An entire day goes by and I guess Amanda and I didn't notice any out-of-the-ordinary bathroom habits from Avocado due to our taking care of the two baby kittens we rescued from the street. Angela came over around 4:30 to hang out and pick up Toulouse (one of the kittens) to take home with her - then Justin came by closer to 8 to watch 'Studio 60'.

Now what I can't seem to get over is this entire time - hour after hour, minute after minute, there was a familiar pressure building inside Avocado. A pressure he resisted for well over 24 hours. And during this time of uncomfortableness - he had wandered back and forth past his new covered litter-box dozens of times, a litter-box that he had even been inside of before, a litter-box that smelled like... litter.

And I can image not being comfortable with venturing inside the new and strange box maybe the first, oh, I don't know, 28 hours. I'll even say the first 30 hours. But to reach to point Avocado obviously did and not give in... is... just hilarious.

After 'Studio 60' finished, at 11, I walked into the bedroom just in time to see Avocado bolt from my desk chair in what can only be described as the kind of knee-jerk reflex when a parent bust their child masturbating. Sheer surprise and embarrassment. What I found next will disturb you.





It, "it" being piss, was everywhere. Splattered on the seat and back of my chair - overflowing onto the carpet - somehow also finding it's way up onto my desk, misting my phone, Netflix slip and work schedule. Even my iPod which was docked on-top of my Mac Mini behind a stack of blank DVDs. It must have been simply a near-explosive stream of cat urine.

I'm still curious why my desk? Was it both out of relief and revenge?