This is for all the diehard bowel movement accomplishers out there. The people who like to poop, to look at poop, to show the poop to others, and, most importantly, to give the bowel movement life and purpose, and to tell others about their poop. Though I share this story as just a story, it means much more to us "professionals" (if you will) who take pride in the many pleasures that poop provides us. This story has an undertone that hits home an encompassing way of life for some of us. Anyway, enough said.
About twelve years ago, when we first moved into our new house, I bought my wife a kitten as a house-warming gift. She really loves this cat and thinks of it as a sweet, warm, loving kitty with girl kitty interests. This cat will follow her around, sit only on her lap, and pay very little attention to me or what I am doing. The cat's interest in me is still the same today as it was from day one, except for one small notable thing she does. Every time I take a dump and flush the toilet, K.C. (short for Kitty Cow) will come running from wherever she is vegetating to see the log of life make the exodus from our home.
At first it was funny and entertaining for me to watch this little show; but later it became a serious flushing ritual. After weeks of this going on, my wife finally caught on, put the little Pavlov's Trained Conditioning routine together, and asked me at dinner one night, "Did you ever notice K.C. runs into the bathroom and watches the crap go down every time you flush?"
Did I notice? Did I notice! I told her not only did I notice, I encourage her interest in the process. My wife rolled her eyes and probably wrote it off as another strange flaw in my character. Over time I've had the opportunity to take pictures and video; and if I had my way, I'd make a scrapbook of the highlighted moments in the great log parade.
A proud moment happened when my three-year-old son started to enjoy this process as much as Dear Old Dad. Now, though I try not to encourage my son's curiosity in poop too much (in the best interest of his interactions at school and when visiting family members' homes), he figured out K.C.'s routine about three years ago. Now, when he finishes his fine work, he sometimes gives a little call out to make sure she's on her way and then they both enjoy the tornado of food as it makes its departure to freedom.
At least once a year my wife states her frustration in the fact that everyone in the house except her has a mental problem: we all have a need to see our crap before it's flushed. So next time you catch yourself saying how cats are useless and pathetic animals, just remember some cats are caring and really can show interest in something you do.
-- Crap4All