Life was not going the way Max wanted. By all rights, he shoulda had his normal Tuesday tuna treat this morning, but apparently Mom had forgotten to share that important detail with the neighbor. Besides that, the neighbor had a smelly stupid dog that just loved Peaches and the two of them together thoughT that ganging up on Max was just about the funniest thing ever. Stupid dogs. So far they had cornered him behind the toilet, under the bed, and “treed” him on top of the hot water heater. This was cruel and unusual punishment, no way around that.
As he slunk through the house he tried to decide the best place to poop, to make sure Mom understood this was unacceptable. Outside the litterbox? Beside her chair? On top of her pillow. That’s the answer. He was gonna lay a big old poop right on top of her pillow. That’d really show-
He snapped his head to attention as keys jangled in the door. Peaches was already at the door, jumping and whining and carrying on like her long lost friend was waiting on the other side. And sure enough, Max could hear the neighbor’s dog pawing the door as her owner wrestled with the locks. They are not going to mess with me again today, he vowed. In a flood of inspiration he had the perfect idea and ran to the window.
He thought he found the perfect hiding spot…….