Lay-dee got up to pee in the middle of the night. She was lazy and left the bedroom door cracked open. When she returned, she saw one of those rascal hooligan cats coming out of one of my litter boxes. Lay-dee was not happy with him. I did see him come in and brazenly have his way with my private space. I was half asleep though and far too tired to confront him and put him in his place. Nevertheless, I, Pinky Ruth, felt quite violated.
The Dustbuster was unfazed. I even put on my wide eyed, crazy eyes and stared