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Waking up after 2 hours sleep to find you really badly need to take a shit. The kind of shit that starts out like constipation and hurts your gut but becomes diaherea after you manage to squeeze out the stubborn bits at the start. And it even takes a while to empty it out after that. Luckily, I was able to some more sleep after the hour/hour-and-a-half it took to get it out, though it was sporadic because I kept getting woken up by people talking.
On a side-note, my kitten took note of me during this, woke up, and starting meowing up a storm outside the door. I eventually caved in and let her in and she started purring as she rubbed up against my leg (as she usually does when she's been alone for a while). Apparantly, she seemed to notice my predicament, as she seemed to be trying to comfort me or something. She sort of climbed onto the toilet seat with her front paws. I don't know which would be worse - her being after my dick, or my shit, but she didn't look to definitively do either - but she pat me with her paw. She didn't have any claws out, it was just a couple pats, as if to say "there, there". Even weirder, she eventually fell asleep. Why is that so weird? Well, she refused to go to sleep in the room with her litterbox. I guess it's okay to her if she's in a room with someone else's shit, but she's not going to sleep in a room with her shit. Now that's the kind of pet I like. I'd make a joke about it staying through "thick" and "thin", but I think that's enough shit for one blog entry.