I always said I didn’t want to live in one of those
houses that smell like cat piss all the time.
Today that little furry fucker pissed on the bathroom carpet.
I guess he knew what we do in there, just got the location wrong.
If cleanliness is next to godliness, but I don’t believe in god,
where does that leave cleaning the cat box every day?
I picture the commercial where the kid says
“I learned it from you, Dad, I learned it from you!”