i really need to stop and buy cat litter on the way home.
a brown frown is descending upon the room where the litter box is, and i'm afraid my cats will have found "alternate facilities" by the time i get home this evening.
i really need to change their litter.
my oldest cat, winnie, who i've had for almost 8 years, has developed such a personality, that it's like we can talk to each other. this morning, i interpereted her meows as: "Hey dad, the box is really stinky. Can you change the litter. I'd do it myself, but it's your job." then, she ran out the back door so she could spend her day outside.
nicky, winnie's son, whose jaw is crooked since being hit by a car, will probably wait all day to eat until i change the litter. he is fat and lazy and pathetic, and will be crying his head off until i come home.