Buried

I ate a lot, last night.

This morning, I woke up and my tummy was rumbling.

I really needed to do a catty poo.

My human would not wake up, to let me out, so I had to use the weird tray of small stones.

I did what I needed to do, but when I'm outside, I like to bury my catty dirt. I'm not proud of it.

I did not feel that there were enough small stones in the weird tray, but I tried to bury my catty dirt as much as possible.

I kept burying and burying, and I think I may have accidentally spread the weird stones across the floor.... so I went to have a nap on my favourite chair.

I woke up when I heard 'Clive! Where are you?!' being shouted from the room where the weird tray is kept...