I'm a bad person

Pickle came racing out of the room where the litter boxes are just now. Her ears were back. Her eyes were wide. Her movements were jerky, like that of a cat upset by something major. I approached her where she sat at the top of the stairs and noticed she had a little guest which had accompanied her out of the litter box - a poop ball. Before I could get to her to investigate further, she raced down stairs and hunched on the carpet at the bottom. I could now see two poop balls - perfect, round things dangling like ornaments from her butt.

I started laughing at her and could not stop even as she and her poop balls hopped over the couch, onto the scratching post, back down and around until I could grab her. I giggled as I handled the unpleasant task of parting her from her poop balls (which was attached to her by a strand of my hair). She's been giving me dirty looks ever since.


I don't know why, as I'm the one who had to disinfect myself, the stairs, the carpets and the sofa when all was said and done.