This morning, the whitish one, Pinky, had a moment. She was acting funny. We thought she might shit. My wife decided to clean out the litter, maybe that's why. While cleaning, the CAT shit right in the middle of the rug. Hard not to yell about going to the farm. After the first one, isn't it a slippery slope? Won't she always think it's the place to shit now?Pinky is the cute one, she rolls over, legs butterflied for belly rubbing. She's the one that guests love because she runs out to greet everyone. She's a lap cat. Yet, she's awfully persistent when it comes to the lap or her spot on the couch, she eats way too much and runs to her bowl whenever you get her off your lap, and finds things to eat that she shouldn't enough that puking up all that food is not uncommon. She also goes everywhere she's not supposed to as soon as you close the door -that vase with the flowers, it'll be on the floor. And now this.
I grew up with dogs. They never shit in the house. Cat people, tell me what's next?