Take that, iPhone charger!

Last night I had an embarrassing mishap with the litter box. I blame Dad, because we're out of our good food, and we're using some standby food until he can get to the store (New Year's messed up his shopping, he claims). So our diet has been off, and as a result ... well, anyhow, I got some poop on my furs last night. Now this happens every now and then because I'm a pretty floofy cat, and I am very good about going straight to Mom and Dad and letting them know, then going straight to their bathroom so I can get cleaned up. But last night's was the worst ever. I might as well have taken a bath by the time Dad was done cleaning me with a wash cloth, and there aren't enough treats to make up for the indignity. It's embarrassing enough without getting soaking wet and chased around the bathroom with a wash cloth. So once I was set free of the bathroom, I went over to Mom's iPhone charger and bit the cord. It still works, but I just wanted to make a point -- I was not happy, not happy at all. But once I expressed myself we were all even, and OK. I even purred on Mom's head last night. And Dad said he's getting us our good food today, because he wasn't happy having to clean me either.