You’ve seen Crappy Cat in a variety of my posts here. But we actually have two Crappy Cats.
I usually draw the fat one on the left with the yellowish eyes. He thinks he is a dog so he is always around. The smaller, green eyed one keeps to himself like a normal cat.
And being a normal cat he does normal cat things. Like this…
He poops in the litter box.
When he is done, he buries his poop. All normal cat stuff.
But then he gets cocky.
He leaps out of the litter box:
And tears through the house, racing past us at full speed:
We call this his “Post Poop Run”.
He has done this after every poop his entire life. For eleven years.
Crappy Boy was curious about it.
We have several possible answers, given that during our pre-kid days we talked about our cats incessantly. We’ve covered this topic at length.
We share a few ideas back and forth from the cat glory days. Maybe he wants everyone to know that he pooped? Maybe he wants a high five? Poop recognition?
Then Crappy Boy cuts in:
He has a hypothesis! (Thank you, Dinosaur Train. Hey, isn’t Buddy going to eat his family when he grows up? Those Pteranodons are taking a huge risk. I worry.)
True. And he is making sure it is dispersed in equal parts throughout the house.
Thankfully Crappy Cat is healthy and doesn’t usually have clinger problems. In his case, it is just a victory lap.