When you need a moment of peace
Light a little candle and think of my cat
Everybody has a place - a place where they can relax, feel free to be themselves.
Everybody has a place where they belong.
Golfers have their golf courses, trolls their bridges.
Me?
My place is the basement.
It’s where I watch hockey, store my firewood and ride on my indoor trainer.
It’s also home to three of our four litter boxes.
Our cats?
They are both picky and spoiled.
One has a teeny tiny urethra.
This makes him very expensive.
The other?
Well…
She’s cheap.
She doesn’t get the kind of blockages that result in a 2k holiday at the emergency vets
But, she has her own shortcomings.
She shits puddin.
That’s right, dear reader,
I live with a diarrhetic cat.
What’s worse?
She’s not like my other cat.
Trevor covers his turds with the wood pellets in the box.
Trevor is a good boy
The kitten?
She does not.
Sure, she’s the queen of the kissey headed tum tum rub.
AND?
She is responsible for making our house smell like a zoo with a noro virus.
Her poops, dear reader, would make a sewer rat wretch.
This is why I h…
