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So, Tigra produced an epic stench in the catbox; like a good catslave who values her sinuses, I got up to change said catbox. After removing the stench-producing contents, I went outside with the rubbish bag.

I returned indoors to see Tigra conscientiously sitting in the catbox, with a somewhat upset expression as she emptied her bladder. I hadn’t refilled the catbox yet, and this meant that she was weeing all over her own feet. Poor little cat!

She doesn’t enjoy having her paws washed. But I don’t particularly enjoy cleaning urine pawprints off the carpet, so I’d say we’re even.