I'm sor-wie....

I did a very bad thing the other day. Although I knew I wasn't supposed to do it and it wasn't really an emergency, I went ahead and did it.

I pooped at home.

I'm outside trained, so there's no papers at home for me to do my business, so unless I'm having a stomach upset, I won't poop at home. But those 2 days, I kept distracted by the cats when I went for my toilet break that I forgot to poop. I was so busy trying to get them to play that I just went for a quick pee and went to look for the kitty cats.

So on day 3, I decided I had to go... at home. And my M was angwee with me when she came home and saw the non-diarrhoea poop. I wonder if it might have been better if it's diarhoea poop? (M: Of course not! Poop at home is no good, doesn't matter if you're having a tummy upset or not. But at least there's no scolding if it's truly a tummy upset)

Look how sor-wie I am. I tried to give her my ball as a token of apology but I don't think she really wanted it.



I blame the cats.