Alright lady.... We need to have a talk, you and I.
When I crap, you clean it out. Immediately.
I don't crap on crap. I pee on crap. I don't crap on crap. Get it right, or you're going to have a surprize!
Speaking of surprises... I'm sorry about that little accident on the carpet. But, in all fairness, you did leave that cheesy spoon out on the counter for me to find. I like cheese. Cheese don't a like a me so much.
Yeah, yeah... I know... I'm on probation... But, hey... I had three good days since then.
And if you insist on yelling at me... I will insist on limping around acting like I'm wounded until you stop. Yeah, I might be crying wolf... but the one time you don't believe me, I may just be hurt for real and you'll never forgive yourself for not getting down here an checking every one of my little toes!
So, here's the dealie-o. You clean the crap. I'll make new crap. Just for you.
Much love, Max
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