Lately I am staring at the door to the porch and it won't open. Even if I stare at it for a long time and then meow. Once it did and when I went out it was really cold so I didn't stay long. The thing is that the porch is my favorite toilet.
Where am I supposed to poop now!
There is this thing in one room that is like a picture but the picture changes. Once it looked like some cats but when I ran over to it, I could see that it was a picture because the cats were all flat. There is some guy on that thing and he helps cats. He is called Jackson Galaxy. Maybe he knows about all this crazy nonsense that I have to put up with. He may be the only person that knows about cats I think.
I was sleeping one day and I had a dream about poop (this is really getting crazy). When I woke up there was a poop next to me! I just rolled over and went back to sleep, but when I woke up it was not there. I think I am losing my mind, but I don't remember. So I want to go to the porch and dig in the poop box but I don't know where the poop went. I'm going crazy here.
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