This one day I came home as usual and noticed that the patch of weeds in front of our house was gone. Instead, I saw a huge group of broken skewer sticks about 2 inches tall, sticking out from above the dirt. I was about to pull them out, when my mom stuck her head out the door and told me to leave them.

"Damn cats always use our weed patch as a litter box." she says. "When their little asses squat down for a poop, they're up for a surprise. A stick up their you know what!"

My mom is mean, with a sense of humor. (But, our little patch don't smell no more.)