I promised I wouldn't write about the cat, I know, but right now I've hit a bit of a block, see: I'm drier than grandma's you-know-what, creatively speaking, anyhow.
So, I was at the store the other day lookin' to get some kitty litter. I found this stuff that looks like rock salt. The package promises that it'll last a month. This was the selling point for me. (And yes, I'm cognizant of the fact that I have to *clean* the turds out of it periodically.)
When I got home, I read the instructions, which rather ominously stated that, given the revolutionary formulation of this particular shit-box party mix, there might be a bit of a learning curve for some cats. Hmm.
Needless to say, Gordon has not responded well to this new litter. Last night he hopped into his box, freaked out, did a kitty St. Vitus Dance, and did a tear-ass across the room. He repeated this approximately 73 times. This morning I noticed he still hadn't taken a crap.
Well, not *in* the box, anyhow.
(Addendum: The Liminal Liberal reminded me of Mingus' cat training advice. Always helpful, that woman.)
Posted by Dana at October 9, 2003 09:49 AMcheck behind the couch. That's where my cat always, ah, expressed his displeasure.
Posted by: Fes at October 9, 2003 09:57 AMWell, the plumbing at our place is on the fritz, if the cat ain't using it, you mind if...
Posted by: jonmc at October 9, 2003 10:05 AMActually, in college, my friend Duck got kicked to the curb by his girl when she came home to find him drunk, peeing in the cat box. On the cat, as I recall.
What!?! he cried. It's not like I wuz pinchin' a loaf or anything.
Posted by: dana at October 9, 2003 10:12 AMYes, but with my diet, people would see the leavings and say "What kinda cat you got anyway, a mountain lion?"
Posted by: jonmc at October 9, 2003 10:36 AMRemember, Sally, you've got to get him THINKING.
Posted by: The Liminal Liberal at October 9, 2003 11:34 AMbest non political onion caption of late:
kitty shits outside the box.
time for you toliet train g.gordon loudon wainright mingus style
HA! I completely forgot about that. Dang.
Reminds me of the joke of the farmer and his wife listening to a traveling salesman telling them about the new "indoor outhouse" he was selling.
"Well, I don't know," says the farmer. "I mean, wouldn't it smell bad?"
"Oh, no," says the saleman. "This product is made of the finest materials and it's fully modern. I guarantee you won't smell it at all."
So they buy it. And sure enough, after a week, the smell is overpowering. So they call the salesman back.
He comes in and takes a look inside and says, "Well, of course it stinks. Someone took a shit in it!"
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