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There’s a game in our house.
It happens at the litter box.
It started with Phoebe.
Sami would be doing his business, minding his own.
And Phoebe would wait quietly nearby… then leap out and scare him mid-poop.
He’d jump. Run. Look offended.
Then go right back in like nothing happened.
Next day?
Sami did the same to her.
And now it’s a thing.
They take turns ambushing each other.
Litter box time isn’t private. It’s a challenge.
They’re not mean about it.
No fights. No claws.
Just a weird, cat-style version of hide-and-seek… with pee.
I don’t know how it started.
I don’t know why it keeps happening.
But they love it. And honestly? It’s kind of funny.
Some cats nap together.
Some wrestle.
Mine play tag at the toilet.
