Oh dear heavens, no. This simply would not do. He could not take this miserable hell hole any longer! How on Earth did he ever allow himself to use such a foul disgusting thing? Wentworth was ashamed of his past - his prior history as a simple-minded mere domestic cat. But ever since his awakening, his realization that he was so much more than that - he was a Mauvian - he couldn't bear to repeat his past actions.

He would not dare to use that litter box.

The stench alone made the tiny cat want to toss himself into a dog kennel. The box may very well be in a private home, but it was essentially a public litter box to the dozen cats that lived in the filthy estate. His human 'owner' was clearly out of her mind, a lonely old woman who spent the vast majority of her time on the couch. Wentworth was pretty sure that the woman was half-couch, at this point. Some days he had to paw at her just to be sure she was alive.

This was no existence for a Mauvian. He wasn't on this lonely little planet for no reason - he had a purpose. He had great and noble cause, and he couldn't get that done when trapped inside this prison of loneliness, this house of cats.

He needed to get out of there, but first, he had to go. The lid had covered the toilet, which left him little option but to use the little box - the uncleaned porter potty of this asylum for ignoramuses.

His eyes darted around the room. There were no other cats in sight, for once. They had been scared off by the stench as well, he could only assume. Or perhaps they got distracted by a shiny thing. Those creatures sure liked their shiny things.

One paw in and the little cat shuddered. His flat face scrunched as he stepped further in to the box. He took steps with great caution - like a child playing 'the floor is lava' only instead of lava, the floor is covered in urine and s**t. It had no business holding an existence. Pawing away what he hoped were clean parts of the litter, he created a small area for himself and began to relax - talking himself down internally to clear his mind so he can get done what he needs to get done and then go.

But then something stood in his way - a tiny, scrawny b***h of a hairless feline sneaking in to the litter box and staring right at him.

"Oh no," Wentworth muttered aloud. The other cat grew comfortable. "No, no, no, no, no."

And then it started happening

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

He had to get out of there. As soon as possible.