Dear Ethan & Olivia,
Your parents spend way too much time taking care of the pest-hounds. It has to stop!
I have ignored this bizarre “walking” routine (although if your parents try to put ME on a leash I will claw their eyes out!). I have ignored the baby talk and ridiculous need to take pictures of the dogs who are nowhere near as gorgeous as I am, BUT…
WHAT IS THEIR OBSESSION WITH DOG POOP?????
Your parents are preoccupied with poop!!!
They walk with the dogs and stand by when they poop (EWWWWW). Your mom gets excited when those stupid fluff balls walk in circles and WORSE! She tells them that they’re being good!
Your parents talk about the dogs’ poop (Did they or didn’t they? Did it look okay? How is the new food affecting them?)
Enquiring minds DO NOT want to know!
Your parents just have this skeezy, ooky-urpy-fested need to be all up in the doggy-doo bidness!
I have tried to ignore your parents’ fanatical addiction to those dumb dogs, but this is going too far! The other day I looked out of the window and saw your parents walking the dogs back to the house with bags of dog poop in their hands!!!
Your parents are preserving the dogs’ poop in those little baggies. Doesn’t that concern you at all??? Where the heck are they storing all of those bags of dog poop and WHAT are they planning to use it for?
Then, as if the nightmare wasn’t already coming true, I caught your parents taking MY poop out of the litter box! The more I thought about it the more I realized that every time I pee or poop, it all disappears!
What is happening in this house??? What have you and your parents gotten me in to??? This has to stop! I am disgusted! I am appalled! I am sickened!!!
GET. THEM. HELP. NOW.
Oh, and bring me tuna.
In horror and disgust,
LuLu Cat
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