I think I ate some rotten meat outside today. My tummy was really hurting most of the afternoon. When I finally went back inside I headed straight for the litter box. Whew! What I left behind was horrendous!
I kind of felt bad for Dylan that evening when he had to scoop it out. He was gagging and coughing as he scooped. When he exclaimed, "What did you eat, Jazzy?" I walked by and tried to act like I had no clue what he was talking about. Mental note: no more eating tuna out of the neighbors' garbage.