Recently there have been two or three nights where Grumpy and I have slept particularly heavily and not heard the plaintive, and no doubt frantic, mewls from Violet Crumbleruff to be let out to ablute.
Like, right now, humans!
So we have woken in the morning to find the resourceful, and busting, little furbag has left us a fruity deposit on the bathroom floor. Not an especially refreshing sight first thing in the morning. And she doesn't even have the decency to slink away with shame.
Since she seemed to offer these delights up with pride, Grumpy decided she must look upon them as magnificent gifts that she is bestowing upon us. So he came up with a song all about it. The title is all you need to know: "Saving All My Poos For You".
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When I was 'enceinte', one thing I swore I would never do, was post details of my forthcoming progeny's bowel movements anywhere on any thread. It is just not acceptable in any universe Hazel. Now excuse me while I go and change a nappy.
(and what's with the disabled sign on the word verificatrion thingy?)
If it's good enough for Salvador Dali, baby, it's good enough for moi.
Apparently the disabled sign lets you listen to the numbers and type them in.
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