It's proof of my awesomeness.
And how powerful my poop is.
The Man took the litterbox outside to wash it, because he does that every other week or so, but this time when he dumped the litter out, the bottom fell out.
I have power-pooped that sucker into oblivion.
The downside is that I'm stuck with a lesser box tonight, something smaller than is comfy, and the Woman says tomorrow she's going to go buy me a new gigantibox.
I hope she buys me some crunchy eats, too...