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Figero's shit smells so bad.

You may be thinking, "Well duh, Suzanne. Shit stinks. Why should Figero's be an exception to the rule?"

But I'm not talking about a mere stink. I can handle a little typical smelly cat poo. However of late, his shit truly reeks. His litterbox is in the basement and after he takes a dump it permeates the entire house in an instant. The assault on our olfactory senses is immediate, the trigger pulled on our gag reflex.

If we are home, we can race downstairs and umm... eliminate the problem. But say we're at work, which is where we usually are the majority of times Figero feels the urge to purge. Figero needs his quiet time to prepare; he is an old man after all. So if we've been at work, we return to a house smelling worse than standing downwind of the elephants at the zoo. Welcome home!

Because we are Mistresses of the Obvious Conclusion, Wendy and I have determined this new evil odiferous stench is due to a change in diet. New food, three days later, new stench.

So new food is now old food and old food is back on the plate.

More proof, as if we need it, that change is evil.
Evil, I say.

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