Jake started chuckling this morning (a rarity at this hour) and mentioned that Dorian was chasing his tail. I looked over for a sec and noticed he was spinning oddly.

Me: I think he has something on his tail
Jake: Really?
Me: Yeah. Go check.

At this point I figured Jake would have taken him over to the kitchen and turned on the light to see what said sticky thing was. Instead he picked Dorian up and ran his hand down the tail... then stopped.

Jake: Oh G-d!
Me: What?
Jake: It's poo.
Me: Hahahahaha!

And with that we ended up spending twenty minutes cleaning poo from Dorian's tail. He made such a fuss... Meanwhile I'm late and calling my work with the 'my cat had poo on it's tail' excuse doesn't sound like it's going to fly.

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