|
About half an hour ago, lurkette noticed one of our cats, Floyd, do her "guilty run" out of the laundry room where we keep her litter box. Cat owners know the "guilty run" I'm talking about--head down, tail straight out, speed roughly Mach 0.8. The "I've done something I'm not supposed to do and nobody's going to lay a hand on me dammit" run.
lurkette peeked into the laundry room, where she saw a moderately dirty litterbox, and a laundry basket full of clean clothes. The closer she got, the clearer she got that those clothes were no longer clean...
Damn cat decided her box wasn't good enough for her and frickin peed in the laundry! And the box wasn't even all that dirty!
So now lurkette's put the laundry back in the washer, I've hosed down the basket in the shower, and I've cleaned the fucking litterbox.
Point taken, Floyd.
|