
Don't you wish you could set up a magic spell that would whoosh away (I prefer the term teleport, natch) the cat poop right out of the litterbox?
I tried getting a LitterMaid once. You've never seen a litterbox so clean in a house with two cats.
Of course, this was because they were so terrified of the darn thing they pooped everywhere but that self-cleaning monstrosity.
If I could only have convinced my cats to take up little tiny tools to treat their litter like a miniature zen rock garden, things might have gone differently.
We wound up passing that beastly thing onwards at a garage sale.
2 comments:
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Corruption of vintage plastic figurines from my tender childhood...
Bizarre fixation with cat droppings and feces in general...
Yep, you are nuts.
Congrats Ray!
What's corrupt about it? Poor Peedles will be crestfallen...
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