Janeane, I know what you mean!! That hilarious bit about the shit being a tangible metaphor for life has suddenly turned into a nightmarish reality for me. Except I’m not talking about dogs but a cat who has single-pawedly imprisoned me in an endless cycle of poopy scooping. Chimney, who I am hereby dubbing Warden Lard-ass, has me handcuffed and gagged on a no-parole sentence to do his bidding and cleaning the mounds of joy he manages to excrete on a daily basis. Just let me know when to start donning a black-and-white striped shirt with the letter P emblazoned on the back and I’ll hop to.

In the meantime, Warden Lard-ass continues to grow a Friskies belly whilst ravaging my once peaceful and stench-free living quarters. That’s one other thing. The fact that only his belly is bloated and his face remains thin to a point where he has assumed the shape of a lightbulb remains a mystery to me. Maybe he should get dewormed.

In any case, I’m including this short clip to give me something to commiserate with. We inmates gotta stick together.