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Just a Little Cat Pee


My husband and I leave our Song of Solomon marriage class lastnight feeling oh-so-romantic, because that was the topic...and feelin' all warm and fuzzy. I'm thinking: I hope the kids are asleep when we get home (if you know what I mean...).


As we walk in the door, our 4 year old comes out with a big "Mawmaw you're HOME!" Apparently, bumpin' and grindin' isn't on the menu AND THEN...


I look over and our youngest cat is pissing on the counter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WTH?! I know I didn't buy litter at the store yesterday but SERIOUSLY?! ONE DAY LATE in changing the litter?! COME ON!! You see, my husband is very anal about the litter box. He scoops it everyday and changes the litter entirely every week, like clockwork. Well, Walmart was out of the little bags of litter that I normally buy AND with my still-jacked-up shoulder, I can't lift the 40 lb. bags of litter; so, I just didn't buy any...I thought what's the big deal...Brian can get some on like Wednesday or something. Well, apparently it was a big deal.


Earlier in the day my sister and I saw both cats sort of roaming around outside the door to the litter box and wouldn't go in. I thought maybe they had finally lost it. OH NO...it was too dirty for them...too stinky for them. All the sudden I have hoity-toity fancy feast kitties on my hands.


So Brian leaves at 9:45 at night to go buy litter. I take the dome/lid or whatever off and Max jumps in the litter and does the biggest #2 I've ever seen a cat do AND FARTS! I've NEVER even heard a cat fart...apparently, holding it all day makes a cat gassy. Anywho, so he craps and OH MY the smell is awful so I get a fan and put it blowing OUT the window while Emily and I dump the old litter into a garbage bag and I decide to wash the litter box...gross...all the while both cats are still roaming, circling, and pacing around me...and I'm thinking please don't pee again please don't pee again (poop can be picked up but pee? that can stink for weeks, if not, forever) Thankfully, as I am drying off the litter box Brian comes running in, ripping the new litter open and starts dumping it in. Before the litter was even hitting the box, the youngest cat was in there. And Max is like mean-muggin' her through the itty-bitty kitty door the whole time like "hurry the hell up bizzo!"


As soon as both kitties have completely emptied their souls, they retire to their livingroom, curling and rubbing and nestling the carpet and eachother. Then they sit up and stare at me smuggly like bring us some food in a crystal dish on a silver platter. Um...yeah, not hardly.

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