Hey, Don Juan, whatcha doing?

Trying to dig through the bottom of the box!

How come?

Mom says it's a Spare the Air Day tomorrow. That means we have to be extra careful about burying the yukky stuff.

OK. I hope she puts some baking soda in here.

Uh-oh, she's on the interbox thing again.

That's not an interbox! That's my royal throne!

Whatever. It means she's going to try to get around on the bicycle instead of her porta-prison. And she's got that "rehearsal" thing tomorrow.

Which means.....

She won't be home until late. We can kick the litter around the bathroom all we want.

What about the sleeping room?

They're ALL sleeping rooms, Zerlina.

I mean, the one where Mom sleeps.

That's gonna be a little harder, because that one has a cover. But I think if we work together, we can get the litter everywhere it needs to go.

All right. But I hope she's not too late. I don't want to miss dinner.

Don't worry. I've got the Humane Society on speed dial.