Hey Pepe ~ Boot, the Kat, here ~
Yer Mom might be like my Dad, Phred. Dad likes to get the most outta a load of skratch in my litter box . I've tried to tell him, but he jest won't lissen:
Don't try to *streeeetch* it so far! He's purdy good about flushin the poopies down the dawg's big white wadder bowl right next to my box; I nebber cover 'em up, so he can tell rite away when there's *solids* ta take care of. But he nebber seems to member that it's the pee inna box that makes the stink inna baffroom. He alluz *stirrs* the wet spots around to promote complete absorption, but there's only so much liquid that can be added afore the hole box starts to get kinda clammy and not much fun ta walk around in . He got the "brite" idea to add baking soda to kill the stink. Might make his nosebone happie, but it still stinks down here on MY level! And I jest HATE ta walk on *damp clay*.
I put up wiffa damp stuff fer only so long. Since he don't seem to hear me so good, I call attention to the need for a box wash and refill by leavin a message he's sure to notice . I jest hangs my fuzzy butt over the edge and drops a pee puddle onna floor a side the toilet. Alluz ketchez his attention next time he walks in wiffa stocking feets on an tramps inna *message*.
Course I usually spend a few hours locked in jail inna baffroom, but the box gets a wash anna refill wiff fresh skratch, so mission accomplished .
Try askin yer Mom to keept the skratch reel fresh. But ya better quit peein an stuff inna house onna rugs ; my Dad wud probably toss my sorrie butt out iffin I tried that!
/s/ Boots, the Kat
/s/ Cinder, Smokey & Heidi
R.I.P. ~ Boots, Bowser, Sherman, & Snoopy
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