Judy and I were in the car driving along when, after about 90 minutes, she said “Would you mind if we had a little quiet time for awhile?”, to which I – truthfully – replied, “I’m not talking.”
This response was met with a silent glare for about 15 seconds…
And then she reached over and turned off the radio…
“Panther sure knows how to make stinky poop.”
I looked at the litter box and saw that the litter was a bit thinly spread, and there was a fresh deposit lying unburied.
“It’s easy when there’s no litter in the box. Even you could do it.”
She stood there for a few seconds with a thoughtful look on her face and then said…
“I doubt it…”
Things With Six Strings 