**I LET MY CAT SHIT IN MY DADS NEW CAR** 
Alright, so I know my formatting will be messed up because mobile, but let's move forward from that, Kay? Kay. So, a little background: My dad is ab unmedicated/treated bipolar 2 person. So he goes 0-100 really quick, and that day I'd been shouted at so much, I couldn't take it. I'd just gotten a new kitten from my grandma's barn (lol, another story for another time there), and I named him Chester. We were on our way home with my new kitty and my dad was yelling at me about some small petty thing, and I was getting annoyed. He pulled into a Walmart parking lot and angrily told me he was going in to get some things and he'd be back *"Don't. Move."* So, I'm sitting there waiting for him to get his stuff and come back, but Chester begins to cry to me, telling me he wants to go potty. Now, I had a litter box set up in the back seat, but instead, I had a brilliant idea. I moved the driver's seat as far back as it would go, and set Chester down so he could do his thing. Now, this little cat took a **g i a n t** shit, and so I picked him up, set him back in his litter box for the time being, messily picked up the crap, and carried it to the Walmart trash can (fun additive: a guy cat-called me as I walked by his car and said something gross, and I told him I have cat shit in my hands. He then proceeded to roll up his window and turn on music, and I went back to my business.) I returned to the car, got in, and  moved the driver's seat back up so the shit remnants were out of sight, and waited. Now was the middle of summer, where it is from 95°-100° F every day, so that stuff cooked. It smelled so horrible, my dad complained for over 2 years about it, and no one knew the cause of the stink. It is still my greatest achievement, and one of my pettiest revenge stories.