One Constipated Kitty

[as dictated to Tanya]

No. I refuse to write this post with that title. It is not the title I chose. I chose Super Awesome Kitty. That is the post I want to write.

[T] I think you’ve written enough posts about your awesomeness.

How can you say that? There can never be “enough” posts about my awesomeness.

And besides, I am not experiencing personal private bathroom issues. Thank you very much.

[T] And why are you no longer experiencing personal private bathroom issues?

I am not listening to you. Meow. Meow. Meow.

[T] Yeah. Because that sure shows me. And besides, it’s true. You are one constipated kitty. I have the X-Ray to prove it too.

You are not posting the X-Ray. I will not permit you to do so. That is a clear violation of my rights.

[T] Simmer down, Emeril. I’m not posting your X-Ray. I don’t have it otherwise I probably would.

MEOW! If you do, I’ll post a picture of what you look like when you wake up.

[T] You don’t know how to use the camera or posts pictures on our blog.

I am a smarty kitty. I can figure it out. Do not tempt me. Now take back what you said about me being constipated.

[T] Nope. No can do. I speak truth, my furry feline.

You just wait. The next time I can work up a poop, it’s going on your flip-flops.