Well, I tried to give Fat Boy the benefit of the doubt when he sprayed inside the house. He still wasn't getting back in, but I wasn't too pissed at him. After all, isn't that how they mark their territory? So what he was really saying is how much he loves it here.
When he decided to tell me how much he loves me, by spraying my pants, while I was gardening, I tried not to be too pissed. (Get it? Pissed. I kill me.)
Did I mention I was wearing the pants at the time?
Somehow I didn't feel the love.
As a matter of fact, I felt like throwing a hand trowel at him.
Twice.
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