For myself, I am horrified should someone come upon me in such an undignified pose as toileting but they are a immodest savage, not at all phased by my (albeit professional, disinterested field-observation) gaze. Uncharacteristically exposed, they even level-eyedly meet my eyes without shame despite their awkwardness and smell. It’s a strangely taboo intimacy to see them like this, stripped as it were.

I was pondering this just today as I watched the hairless tall do their business one by one. Perhaps because of what I read of Cat feces Superfuel which hit the news:

TORTILLA FLAT, Arizona – Miss Gertrude Applebury, a life-long resident of Tortilla Flat, Arizona, and retired school teacher announced through her local paper today the potential energy stored in cat feces. “When I experimented with it a bit, I couldn’t believe how much power it contained,” said the 65-year-old spinster.”

Certainly I feel the power of this great equalizers of creatures on this great ball of the sky. Even this lovely lass I met at the doctor’s (her pussy call name, Mrs. Claws) agrees: Defecation is one of the basic signs of life that marks our animism and animalism.