He was a farm cat, always outside hunting animals or hunting me if he was inside the house too long, which led to our divorce. He wasn't very cuddly but occasionally he slept in my bed.
One night in particular Tiger was already sleeping when I went to go to bed, so I gently pushed him to the side and crawled in. He purred for a bit and then we both went to sleep. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and it smelled like poop. I thought nothing of it because it seemed so weird that he would've taken a dump on me during the night. I rolled over and went back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning and went to fix my sheets I noticed a clump of shit close to my pillow. I had actually been sleeping with the piece of poop the whole night!! I was so grossed out but mainly just angry at Tiger for doing this. Did he actually poop on my bed or did that clump stick to his fur and he accidentally left it for me? I would never know.
I went to school that day and told my friend Rachel first. We laughed so hard we cried and she prompted me to tell a few more friends about it. By lunchtime I'd probably told almost every person I knew, and I think I cried from laughter every time. Even if people didn't know me or if they didn't want to hear it, I told them while uncontrollably laughing and crying. I probably used it as an ice breaker to try and talk to guys that I liked. (Note to self: not a good ice breaker).
Now this story took place in grade 10 or 11... But this past summer when I had been looking through old journals (to start up a blog) I came across it. I texted Rachel to laugh about it once more, and then I got ready for bed. My dog Cassie was in BC for the summer, and cuddled on my bed for a bit while I watched a movie. When I finally went to sleep she retreated to her normal sleeping spot outside my room at the top of the stairs. I woke up in the middle of the night and got up to go pee. Just outside the bathroom I stepped on something. When I turned on the light I noticed a tiny ball of poo beside Cass. This meant that she either took this little baby poo on the stairs, or that it was attached to her fur since our walk - which was before we cuddled on my bed. Of course I had to text Rachel in the morning to give her the updated story, version 2.0 and she couldn't believe it. (Sorry that I never told you Kaitlin but I swear it didn't ruin the carpets).