It’s one of the numerous joys experienced by each and every cat owner. Yes, I speak of the odoriferous task known as scooping the litter box.
Our kitty, keeps his box in the guest bathroom. We never have guests, so it’s a perfect location.
See, it’s there, in the lower left hand corner.
And, yes, that is a large flip flop on my wall. The bath is supposed to have an ocean/beach theme.
Sort of like Seastar and El Capitán’s bathroom. Only, they live by the ocean, so their decor makes more sense!
Anyway . . .
Back to the task at hand. Today, I wandered in to “use the facilities,” as one would delicately say. I thought, why not kill two birds with one stone and see if Kitty had left any “presents”, in his box. While still comfortably seated, I lifted off the box cover, picked up the scoop (not pictured), dug around in the sand, and found . . . just what I was looking for.
“Go ahead. Tell them what you did next, Einstein.”
Well, I thought I’d be really smart, scoop the box, hop up, quickly spin around and toss his “gifts” into the loo. Unfortunately, the whole process went terribly awry.
I think it was somewhere between the hopping and the spinning that I managed to throw the contents of the scoop everywhere!
I had grains in my girdle, sand in my skivvies and litter in my lingerie!
“And I was forced to take cover, until the crisis had passed. The things I have to endure!”