What's a little poo between friends?

Forced obsolescence

Rosa clearly thinks that I am a dinosaur for owning a fax machine.

Why else would she have vomited into it?

In the end it was so simple

Mits is not a small cat. In fact at precisely 1.5 Rosas in weight although not in in height, you could describe her as a bit of a porker. It appears that she has been experiencing the same anxiety that strikes many people, women especially, in the more trendy types of restaurant and bar. The toilet cubicle was just too damn small. I have removed the cover from her litter tray and behold, no poo on the floor for 3 whole nights so far.

I may be speaking too soon of course.

Update: I was speaking too soon.

Update 2: but it really is a lot better.

Oh what have I unleashed?

Finally, I found some Natex.

Recall that the Natex will be an acceptable substitute for liquid paraffin to cure Mits's little problem.

I offered a tiny dab to Mits. Mits screwed up her eyes, cowered and hid behind some furniture.

I then offered the tiny dab to Rosa, who does not have a little problem. Rosa likes Natex it appears. Rosa really likes Natex. Rosa savours Natex with that wine appreciation face that she normally reserves only for excavating her sister's bottom.