So here's what I'm dealing with right now: I had to replace the foster kittens' litterbox with a larger one (because they were making WAY too many paw popsicles, stumbling all over themselves) and while I was at it, I decided to (just a little while ago) replace their unscented, non-clumping clay litter (infant kittens should not be exposed to the chemicals in scented, clumping clay litter) with a NEW, all-natural litter* made from cedar, pine and corn.
(Does anyone else see the irony in corn litter?) hee hee
This stuff looks and feels like sawdust, mixed with ground tree nut shells and grass seed. [scratches head] I'm not sure this was a good idea. Heaven help my bathroom tonight if this doesn't work out.
Yep, these are my issues. ;-)
And, by the way, there is no way I'm ending this post right here (if I did, I'd have to insert a gross picture of chocolate corn pudding, or something), so instead, I'm going to post a blog classic having to do with dogs, cats and a
Hershey streak simple misunderstanding.
Originally posted on April 15, 2011:
When his person gave the command, "Go to your mat," Dewi heard, "Sit on a cat."
|Dewi: "This is awkward."|
|Dewi: "I think that might've left a |
|Dewi is an opportunist.|
You're welcome. :)
*I'm keeping the brand of cat litter to myself until the verdict comes in (or covers my bathroom floor).