Chelsea P. Cat, sympathetic creature that she is, seems to know when I’ve decided it’s time to tidy up the guest room for my in-laws’ visit tomorrow (oh god oh god OH GOD). She decided to urge me to wait a bit longer by taking a gigantic shit in her litter box, which is a) grossing me out of existence but b) giving me an excuse to avoid the guest room for a few minutes. Nice job, cat.