The Wrong Side of the Law

The day started bad and slid downhill fast. The human swears I tracked poop onto his shirt. Sure, my gut’s been off, but I’ve used a litter box since before I could spell “meow.” So I don’t need some flat-foot accusing me of sloppy work.

I caught him on that phone gadget, telling somebody I was “too young to know how to use a litter box.” That’s a bum rap if I ever heard one. I’ve scoured this joint from corner to corner, and yet I still haven’t seen his litter box. It makes me wonder how he handles his business.

Another False Charge

Then came the kicker: the human banned me from the bedroom. He claims I walked across his bed with “pee-dampened paws.” That’s rich. The truth? My paws got wet from my water bowl — the same one he spilled. But in his eyes, I’m the culprit. As a result, I’m stuck with another setup.

Case Closed? Not Yet

So now the human has locked me outside the door, blaming me for crimes I didn’t commit. Worst day on the record. He even called me “ol’ Poopy Paws.” However, this case isn’t closed. Tomorrow I’ll clear my name and finally put the blame where it belongs.

—Luna 🐾