Do Do That Doo Doo That You Do So Well

I really don't know how to introduce this next subject without venting my personal feelings as regards my own cat, age 18 now. In recent years she has developed an enormous sense of entitlement as to where she poops.

I know you don't want me to go into this. But I am developing a proportional approach to my postings, in that roughly two-thirds need to be uplifting, educational, or inspiring. That is, those are for you.

The other third is mine.

'Nuff said. All I really really had to do was direct you to this site right here: LitterBoxcam.com.

Last we checked, nothing much was, uh, doing. But maybe that's just our time zone.

Stuart says if there's no action on the backside front soon, there's gonna be a dust-up.

He also says we should be understanding at this late hour. And I quote: "Those cats must be pretty pooped."

Bah-dum-chaaaa.

We got a million of 'em.

Okay, so anyway, as regards the title of this post...

Do you think that Cole Porter was in his right mind when he came up with that inspired piece of rhetorical flourish? In case you're wondering where it's from, it's from "You Do Something to Me" and the correct middle term is Voodoo, thank you very much.

(Actually, it's Vodoun, but that's a lecture for another day).

[tasteful cat voyeurism via bookofjoe]