According to my husband, this is the conversation that our cats had yesterday.
Chucky: Dude, you are totally not going to believe what I did this morning.
Latke: Chased that boy out of his own room?
Chucky: Better. Are you ready? I pooped on the garage floor.
Latke: Get out! What did they do?
Chucky: Nothing! It was about 5:30 a.m. and I went upstairs to tell that grouchy one I wanted to go outside…
Latke: The one with the bad roots?
Latke: She really should take care of those. No wonder she can’t find a job.
Chucky: Totally. So, as I was saying, I tell her I want to go out and when she comes downstairs she doesn’t open the door like I’ve politely asked, she throws me in the garage!
Latke: That is just rude!
Chucky: And I’ve got to go, right? So I just leave a big pile right in front of her car.
Latke: Then what?
Chucky: Well, a little while later she opens the door and I go in and eat my breakfast.
Latke: So, the garage is totally open for pooping now?
Chucky: You got it.