The cat pooped in Don’s pants. Two poos, each in a different pair of pants. There is just something innately funny about poop being in pants. It also helps that they weren’t my pants nor was it my poo. One poo was quite dry, almost beef jerky–like when it was discovered, thus making it easy to remove. The other masterfece however was quite juicy and right smack inside the gluteus maximus region of Don’s pantaloons.
Opinionated blather, shampoo suggestions, sexual connotations... it is all right here, folks! Kick back! Enjoy! And, for the sake of my unborn grandchildren, leave loving comments!