My cat this morning: "Hmmmm so Mr two-legs has gone out in the driving snow and wind with my litter box, cursing and swearing in his dressing gown and complaining about the smell. It serves him right for giving me some of his tuna sandwich yesterday, it made me need to GO! Well at least I didn't go on the doormat. I bet he won't admit to Mrs two-legs he gave me tuna."