I soon realized that I was getting more out of this game than the cat was, plus my older sister informed me that it hurt the cat. This game was a great success until my Mom found out and put an end to my squirt cheese indulgence. Matter of fact, my dear Momma didn't care much for cats at all. They were really into debating the pros and cons of serving apple pie versus apple cobbler when one of my cats ran through the parlor where they were sitting with a pair of Momma's leopard print panties in its mouth. Those church ladies were probably shocked that my Momma, a conservative Southern Baptist, would wear jungle panties.
Laws have mercy.
It didn't take me long to notice that cats occasionally need to relieve themselves. They usually did this in one of two places. If they had to do the number one job, they usually did it on Momma's couch, and if they had to do the other duty, they always went into my older sister's room and did their business on her shoes in her closet. I could have five different cats in on five different days, and they would either go on the couch or in my sister's closet. It was uncanny . . .