Marv’s message for today: “Eat your bird. Big fat.”
Why did I buy this thing?
Marv has gotten so good at tactical pooping, I no longer get mad at him about it. Instead, I feel awe and respect.
The other day we were on the couch, and Marv managed a stealth poop in a location where I later put my face. I had to give him his props for that. It transcended ordinary poop. It was an Improvised Poop Device.
Last night he got off a poop that hit my hand and then the floor without me even knowing it. He did it while I was putting him in the cage. By the time I knew I had been shelled, I had tracked all over the house. I had to get out the mop and the Clorox.
I don’t know how he does it. He’s an artist.Stumble it! Save This Page