I bought a new litterbox for Her Highness and took it to the basement as usual and filled it w/litter, forgetting temporarily that it was to go upstairs. When I realized what I had done, I locked the lid on and carried it up the basement stairs through the hallway and started up to the next floor. Halfway up, do I need to tell you what happened, a cat decided to race me up the stairs and tripped me. So it was either fall down the stairs or let go of the litterbox. I let go of the litterbox. Sigh. It took me over an hour to clean up the mess. New berber carpet runner on the stairs now has been initiated into the Fur Posse household. I don't have a wet/dry shop vac so I had to use my regular vacuum cleaner and be careful so that it didn't overheat or explode the bag. Plus, while I was cleaning up the mess, I looked to my left and there was Pidge in my office, taking a dump. She's never done that EVER. I fear I have a mewtiny on my hands. The house is on red alert; there isn't a cat to be found anywhere. They know Mom is dangerous right now. I got up extra early today because I have a lot to do and no clients scheduled, thank goodness. Can you imagine walking in to that scene? So I guess I'll hint to my son that I need a wet/dry shop vac for Xmas. Gone are the days when suitors gave me jewelry and roses. I guess it's tools and gift cards to Pet Supplies Plus from now on. :(:rolleyes:
