Well Vixen thought it would be nice to give daddy a present. Here was her idea and how it played out.
Vixen was behaving strangely even for Vixen. she was running away from me and meowing and panting really hard. I called hubby cause I was thinking something had to be wrong with her she never runs away. and the panting was excessive. hubby got her out of the bedroom and closed the door. She ran into the living room. We had moved our bed into the living room as we are having problems with the neighbors being super noisey and us not being able to sleep in the bedroom cause we are attached on that wall. Like I said she ran into the living room meowing and panting all the way and ran all around then she jumped up on the bed. And went to my husbands side and pooped. My husband just laughed. He said "there was nothing wrong with her she just had to crap. She was behaving like one of us when we really need to go. She was running around saying to herself "I gotta crap, I gotta crap, I gotta crap. Where do I crap. Oh I know. On daddy's bed." This was my husbands story. he is soo good with words. And Vixen is the best present giver there is.
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