Now to get into my house, I first had to drive into my driveway and lock my car, which when I do, makes that beeping noise. You think maybe she would have woken up at that point, but no. I then have to walk into my back door, lock it and shut it, then go through another door (that has a freaking COW BELL on it), shut it, walk through the kitchen, then wash my hands. Anyone home? After I wash my hands, I walk into the living room. Hello? Hello? I notice that the house smells like poop. I don�t see anyone.

OK, I�m getting a little worried. Wait, there�s Little T crawling over to me with masking tape stuck to her pants and masking tape in her mouth.

�What do you have in your mouth?� I ask Little T.

At this point, my babysitter decides to wake up from her little nap on the couch. �I thought she was asleep on the floor,� the babysitter says.

I check Little T�s diaper and it is full of poop. How long does a diaper have to be poopy for it to stink up the entire house? I change her diaper and glance over into my office. All of my papers and videos are spread out all over the floor, along with an empty soda can from the garbage, among some other garbage.

�What happened in here?� I ask. The babysitter tells me that it was from the cat. He was just going crazy today. Um, unless the cat grew thumbs, I don�t think he can take videos out of their boxes and pull soda cans out of the garbage.