I have a confession.

During the "I'll go everwhere BUT the litterbox" era with Fifi, I got so mad at her. Then she would be so cute. She would come up on the couch next ot me while I was eating a chocolate ice cream bar and hook my wrist with her paw. I was down to the last bits on the stick. I said, "Here, be happy."

I knew that chocolate was supposed to be as bad for cats as Asprin. We were mad enough to be considering putting her down at that point. She servived several days of getting about half a teaspoon of chocolate ice milk per day.

We took it as a sign and kept the cat.

Now I say, "Cindy, when you go by the fridge please bring me a cone ... and a spoon for Fifi."