Hello, I come to you with a true story about poop:

I fostered a cat over the summer with my significant VIPPER. I named it Time Travel and it was the dumbest cat I've ever met. It didn't know how to drink from a running water fountain type bowl or understand how to scratch the catnip infused scratching post.

When we were purchasing supplies, our pet supply store advised us to wait a few days before putting the swing door on the litterbox. We waited about a week in order to make sure Time Travel became accustomed to the apartment. And then we put the swing door on. We even placed him in the litterbox with the door to show him how to walk in and out of it. We assumed he understood. After a day, we had noticed that he hadn't pooped yet, but we didn't think much of it. We joked that he must be constipated. In the middle of the night, significant VIPPER dreamed that TT pooped in the bathtub. I laughed while significant VIPPER went to pee. Significant VIPPER came running back. Time Travel had actually pooped on the bathtub.

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