Then the cat wanted Mexican food, and told the cat, No, Cat, if I feed you this spicy burrito, you will become a feline fire hose, and then I commented that we could use the cat in that instance to re-enact the violent climax of Scarface.
The boyfriend then transitioned to The Godfather by referring to cat shit in the bed, and I said that one cat turd would just be gross, but a whole pile WOULD make me fear for my life, because I'm dealing with someone deranged enough to hoard cat shit to make a point.
So, don't piss off a crime syndicate that threatens people with cat shit. Because you'll probably get toxo and die.