Poopy Pans

I love both my Mom and Dad. They make sure I am we'll fed and always a fresh supply of water. I can go and poop in the poopy pan, bury it and Dad plays this game where he unburies it and puts it in a bag. We have 3 poopy pans so as soon as he unburies everything in one, he goes to the next one. This is great because I can go in the clean one and poopy again.  

Dad must really love it when I do this because he always says, "Storm, really. Couldn't you wait until I was gone." 

Of course I couldn't wait. I wanted to show him what a good girl I was. 

But sometimes I wonder about Dad. I mean I have been doing the same thing for over 18 years. He cleans pans, I poop in pan. Isn't that the way it goes. 

Like I said, I love my Mom and my Dad, I have to be honest. I like Mom more. Now please don't tell Dad cause it will break his heart, but Mom is always the one who cuddles me the most. Dad is always yelling, Storm don't do this or Storm don't do that or Storm get out of the plants.  

Speaking of plants, he got mad at me one day when I pooped in the plant. It was a big plant and it looked like it was sitting in a poopy pan and there was stuff I could dig up, so I just figured.... Well you know what I figured. Word to the wise to all you cats out there reading this. Don't poop in the plants. Dad got so mad, but Mom picked me up and cuddled me and told Dad not to yell because I was only a kitten and I didn't know any better. 

The next day Dad filled all the plants poopy pans with rocks. I didn't like it. They were hard on the paws. 

Anyway, my Mom is special because every morning she gets up, comes downstairs and gives me and Uncle Shadow our food and fresh water. Then she turns on the fireplace and after we eat, I go in and sit in her lap and clean myself. It's kinda hard sometimes because she has this book in her hand and she's trying to do something to it. She calls it crosswords. I call it, in my way. But I learned that if I squirm and wiggle around enough, she usually puts it down and then I can curl up and go to sleep in her lap. 

The only problem with sleeping on Mom's lap is that she pets me. Now as a rule I don't mind this, but sometimes it's a pain. After I spend all that time cleaning myself, she puts her smelly hands all over my clean fur. Now I have to bath again. 

But, you know what, for the most part I don't care.