It has a certain ring, yes?

The past month has held huge vet bills; the animals are well now, but the kitchen counter has been littered with all manner of pills and potions for the cats and dogs. And the jar of peanut butter. Because even though Colt has a freakishly large tongue, he can somehow finesse a shell of mushed up cheese completely off a pill, spit out the pill, and swallow every scrap of the cheese. But peanut butter? It sticks, man.

Anyway, one of the meds required to, ahem, help a cat, if you know what I mean, and I think you do, is called Cat Lax.

I glanced at the tube the other day and thought, "They should just call it Kitty Shitty."