This Morning Brought To You By Kitty Litter

Well, folks, you'll never guess what I woke up to this morning. And since you'll never guess, I'll just tell you. Ten pounds of kitty litter, in a mound on my kitchen floor, complete with clumps. That's right. Charlotte got into a magnetically closed cabinet, knocked a thirty pound bag of litter out of the cabinet, clawed a large hole in the thick plastic of the bag, and got about a third of it out onto the floor. She then scattered it around and peed in it.

I couldn't get all of it up in time for class, but I got most of it, and I put the bag in a closet that has a real door. With a knob. I'll give up entirely if I come home to find that she can now turn door knobs. I'm going to vacuum when I get home, since there is a considerable amount of litter in my carpet now, and then I need to mop all my tile floors with ammonia. I have a busy night ahead of me. A busy, stinky night.

I have a vet appointment for SuperCat tomorrow, and I'll ask if I should move her litterbox to the kitchen, or if it's a good idea to have two, or what. In any case, that was my morning. No breakfast, didn't pack lunch, am now eating dry ramen, crunched up. I don't even leave here until seven-ish, so dinner will be whatever I can get for a dollar out of a machine.

Well, class is coming up. Got to run.

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