Every time I change the cat litter with the cat watching I imagine he’s confused by the whole situation. The person he’s most attached to for shelter, food and love is picking up his shit and putting it into a plastic bag. He then takes the bag outside for some reason, probably for safe keeping. Why does his best buddy collect his shit?
Or maybe he really doesn’t give a fuck and likes to watch me be his personal slave.
“That’s right dude. You pick up my turds. It’s the least you could do after not carrying I’m in the room when you’re diddling with yourself.”
Maybe he’s just thinking the same thing as this cow.