I just cleaned out the litter box for the second time today. Didn't smell like no "new-mown hay," neither. Either one of you guys snuck a racehorse in on me, or my neighbors are all sending their cats over here. Maybe Patty. . ., nah, she's been at school all day. Mac's too fat to get into it. I didn't do it. We use that clumping kind, the good stuff, and some of those clumps were as big as softballs.

You ever notice how interested the critters get when you clean out the litter box? They act as if there's buried treasure hidden in there, and you're just about to find it. I mean, they get CONCERNED! And the minute you get it so clean they could eat out of it, one or the other or all will immediately climb in there and baptize that fresh litter like they've been holding it all day just for the occasion.

Y'all might recall I tried teaching them to use the toilet, but just as they were about trained, they'd fall in and nearly drown trying to cover it up.

Copyright © David Yehudah
March 22, 2000