clio
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That pool actually sounds rather awesome, Storm. But then again, anything to do with horses sounds awesome to me.
So, we have a litter box situation/emergency. I originally kept Cleo's litter up here, in my room, but that became psychologically icky so I moved it downstairs next to Morgan's. My intent is to have them eventually share the same box. But this has been complicated by the arrival of this neat, over-sized litter box that is designed to make it really easy to clean. I also got it because the crouching position is really bad for my joint, and OH has been in charge of it and has been doing a piss-poor job. Pun entirely intended. In fact, we have had this conversation so often that I want to throttle him:
Me: I was just downstairs and the litter is disgusting. Can you clean it out, please?
OH: But I just did it yesterday.
Me: But it has to be done every day.
OH: Really? I didn't know.
Me: That has been your answer every time we talk about this. What are you, senile?
OH: Maybe I am. Maybe...I...am...
Anyway, back to the emergency. Now the kitten is entirely confused because first I moved her litter into the basement, and now it's been replaced by this monster of a box. Morgan, in all her dimwittedness, will hopefully figure it out, but I just found Cleo peeing in J's Thomas trains' case. I also saw another, dry stain from earlier on the box. Inside, the trains were swimming in cat pee. So, I don't really know what to do. I could re-fill her old box and leave it next to the monster box, but that defeats the purpose of having the monster box. What would you guys suggest? Let her get used to her old litter being in the basement first and then eventually remove her totally low-tech box?
Huh. I think I just answered my own question. I'm so smartly!
Okay, J is back from the Day Home, where he actually gives Fauziah real kisses on her face. I'm starting to develop a complex. His version of a kiss for us is to walk by us, say "kiss," make a kissy noise, and walk on, without ever stopping and certainly without ever touching us. It's efficient, I guess, and lets J get on with his projects without disrupting the flow, but Fauziah gets real kisses? It's great that he likes/loves her that much, but why her and not us? Though J did the funniest thing when he saw the monster litter box. He asked what it was, I told him, and he said "Kiss litter box!!!" I had to yell "noooooooooo!" to stop him, and then he started to cry.
Man, this litter box is turning out to be more trouble than it's worth...
So, we have a litter box situation/emergency. I originally kept Cleo's litter up here, in my room, but that became psychologically icky so I moved it downstairs next to Morgan's. My intent is to have them eventually share the same box. But this has been complicated by the arrival of this neat, over-sized litter box that is designed to make it really easy to clean. I also got it because the crouching position is really bad for my joint, and OH has been in charge of it and has been doing a piss-poor job. Pun entirely intended. In fact, we have had this conversation so often that I want to throttle him:
Me: I was just downstairs and the litter is disgusting. Can you clean it out, please?
OH: But I just did it yesterday.
Me: But it has to be done every day.
OH: Really? I didn't know.
Me: That has been your answer every time we talk about this. What are you, senile?
OH: Maybe I am. Maybe...I...am...
Anyway, back to the emergency. Now the kitten is entirely confused because first I moved her litter into the basement, and now it's been replaced by this monster of a box. Morgan, in all her dimwittedness, will hopefully figure it out, but I just found Cleo peeing in J's Thomas trains' case. I also saw another, dry stain from earlier on the box. Inside, the trains were swimming in cat pee. So, I don't really know what to do. I could re-fill her old box and leave it next to the monster box, but that defeats the purpose of having the monster box. What would you guys suggest? Let her get used to her old litter being in the basement first and then eventually remove her totally low-tech box?
Huh. I think I just answered my own question. I'm so smartly!
Okay, J is back from the Day Home, where he actually gives Fauziah real kisses on her face. I'm starting to develop a complex. His version of a kiss for us is to walk by us, say "kiss," make a kissy noise, and walk on, without ever stopping and certainly without ever touching us. It's efficient, I guess, and lets J get on with his projects without disrupting the flow, but Fauziah gets real kisses? It's great that he likes/loves her that much, but why her and not us? Though J did the funniest thing when he saw the monster litter box. He asked what it was, I told him, and he said "Kiss litter box!!!" I had to yell "noooooooooo!" to stop him, and then he started to cry.
Man, this litter box is turning out to be more trouble than it's worth...