@p @Jojothegoodperson @Julia @a7 @a7 @a7 @ddeevviiaanntt @sjw @sjw @vix you know, that makes sense. The champion side-shitter was my mother's cat and she was very timid and sweet and chubby and nearly perfect except for that one flaw. My brother pretended to hate all animals because he was allergic to cats but apparently my mother's need for cats was greater than my brother's need to breathe, and his outspoken hatred for the cats kept her down to one or two rather than the hoard she probably would have kept. Meanwhile, the three of us (me, my brother, and the cat) shared a bathroom. My brother often left dirty clothes and wet towels on the floor, so I can imagine this timid little cat thinking "Oh, are those your underpants? It would be a shame if somebody took a shit RIGHT NEXT TO THEM" Meanwhile my mom always attributed it to bowel problems on the part of the cat or the bathroom simply being too busy for the cat to have a proper sense of privacy (although she never offered to move the box elsewhere). Anyway, end !!!TALES OF CATSHIT!!!