Sniff What I’m Steppin’ In

Yesterday after work, I ran around like a tornado trying to pack for my weekend. I put my suitcase on my bed, and went about my business trying to find clean clothes while making a list of what not to forget (common items I forget include toothbrush, razor, underwear, cell charger - ya know, the crucial items). While taking these measures to avoid being a smelly, hairy, commando, phone-less, stank-mouth traveler, I noticed little Max crawling into my empty suitcase. How cute, I thought to myself, and looked around for my cell to take a picture.

Once I finally made it into the room with my cell, Max was no longer in the suitcase. Bummer, I thought. Missed a great photo opp. Of cute max.

Not so cute Max, it turns out. He had friggin peed in my suitcase. Not sitting being cute … no, peeing. Coppin a squat. Look at the back right area - where it’s dark? Yeah, cat piss.