Okay I have to keep myself from writing too much about my cat. I definitely don’t want to seem like a crazy cat lady even though I’m a guy. Yes, if you’re a guy and you obsess over your cat you are a crazy cat lady.

So a couple nights ago I got home and was starving so I went straight for the kitchen and began cooking. I guess after smelling the crab cakes Tigi thought that he might be in for a treat so he decided it was a great time to… you know, make some room. Within minutes the smell from the litter box came wafting out. Since I was cooking and am pretty paranoid about keeping my hands clean I grabbed a paper towl and shut the door to the tiny room where his litter box is and figured I’d just take care of the problem later.

Fast forward to the next morning. I’m in the shower and in walks Tigi.

Tigi: MAO MAO MAO!
Me: What’s that Tigi? Timmy fell down a well and broke his leg?
Tigi: MAO MAO MAO!
Me: WHAT?!? I left the door to the litter box closed last night?!? FUCK

I grabbed my towel and run downstairs hoping he’s just pissed off and whining at me for doing something so heinous and evil as to lock him out of his own litter box. To my surprise the door is wide open. Now I’m really glad I taught him how to work door knobs as a kitten.

Tigi: MAO MAO MAO
Me: Yeah you’re hella smart. You get food now and a cookie.