The Poo Game (Or Conversation Piece for a Date)
Me: My other cat had a poo problem. She'd...
Him: Poop?
Me: Oh, I can't tell this story.
Him: Afraid you'll offend my sensitive nature?
Me: Well...I don't know what it was, but often she'd come out of the litter box prematurely...or without having cleaned up after herself...
Him: Hm.
Me: And there would be a piece of poo literally hanging out...and she would just walk around the apartment like "doo-do-do-do-do" and pretend like it wasn't there.
Him: Hahahahahaahhahahahahhahahahahahah
Me: I'd have to chase her around the apartment with a wet paper towel trying to wipe her ass...
Him: Hahahahahaha
Me: And she knew...She'd have her ears pressed back, running around with poo hanging out, like it was a game. And i'd be chasing her, laughing hysterically.
Him: Kind of a reverse Pin the Tail on the Donkey.
Me: I'd even try to reason with her..."Maggie, I have to wipe the poo." I'd walk up to her slowly, quietly with the paper towel, but she'd see me heading for her heinie and she'd take off running.
Him: Oh no. Hee hee hee hee
Me: Sometimes I'd be heading over to wipe the poo and she'd threaten to sit her ass right down where she was and I'd scream...
Him: Hahahahaha
Me: Chasing would ensue, etc, etc.
Him: Oh my god.
Me: She was so funny. She didn't really like to wipe the poo so much, though.
Him: That's hilarious.
Me: Yeah. It was.
Him: I have tears.
Me: My stomach hurts from laughing.
Him: What a great poop story.
Me: I love a good poo story.
Him: This is the sexiest talk.
