Hmm. She might be Psychic.

Ok, I admit it. There was a box in the living room that had 3 of Buddah's toys in it, and I peed in it this morning.

Twice.

But in my defense, the litter box was unacceptable, so I found the next appropriate thing. I could have whizzed on the bed, or in someone's shoes, or the laundry basket, but I picked a box.

It's not my fault Buddah left his toys in there.

The Woman was not happy. She was not happy enough that I went to bed and curled up, lest I have to listen to "That was not nice" one more time.

I wish mine was red. But it's blue.

A little while ago, though, she woke me up and said she had something I might want to use first, and then she picked me up and carried me to the litter box room, and doods, there was a brand new box in there.

And I got to christen it first.

But the freaky thing is that she knew I had to pee.

How the heck did she know???