That one time....

Ok there was this one time (at band camp, lol) when me and some friends were celebrating Alex's Birthday. So as girls do often we turned it into a sleepover. Juni had to run home and grap her stuff. Well she ran inside slamed the door ran upstairs and was pooring tears (this is NOT the funny part) so shes crying and while she was telling the story she mentioned lossing her shoe across the street. So me being the trackster I have to run downstairs, outside, (March in mountains here) and grab the shoe. Once I find it I turn around and am scared shitless as this black cat appears out of the shadows. Turns out it's our favorite neigborhood cat SHEBA! So we sneek her upstairs and in the moring we find ourselves arm deep in cat poop. Definitly not one of our smarter ideas ;)