I must say that I have never had an indoor cat in my home in my life, until marriage. My wife has two cats. Their names are Allie and Darcy, in case you haven't met them. I have referred to them as several things, including but not limited to: Target and Practice, Dead and Meat, Dumb and Dumber, Kick and Ball, etc. You get the idea. I get along with them and they are quite drawn to me for whatever reason. They entertain me at times, but other times...(big sigh) I am repulsed by them. I have never had a bad gag reflex. After we first moved into our house in Huffman, one of the cats had yakked in the hallway. Janette cleaned it up (after much debate over who would). I only gave in when I said I would just hold the roll of paper towels for her. Anyhow, just watching the process turned my stomach and I had to try hard to hold down lunch. The whole process just grosses me out!
Which brings us to the actual subject of this post. THE LITTER BOX. Now that we are expecting our first child, I get litter box duty. At first, I had the stomach turns every time. Now, I am just extremely disgusted. Progress? Some may say so. I am not happy about having to clean it - EVER. Novertheless, I will do it for my unborn child. I just don't like feeling how heavy the litter box is when I know it was not that heavy to begin with. Then you take the lid off and BAM! The smell hits you and you spy them. The little brown logs that insist on camouflaging themselves in litter particles. It's like they don't want you to find them! When you take the first scoop, a huge clump of litter comes up that you had no clue was bound together! Apparently, this is from urine that has had time to dry. The clumps are like little shifting continents in a sea of litter. Some days I wonder how all of that came out of just two cats. I place all of the refuse in a plastic Target bag (they are better because they are thicker than Wal-Mart sacks) and I take it to the trash can.
Personally, I am more of a dog person. They do their business outside. I don't have to go searching for it in a "sea of the unknown." Oh well, I guess that is what love will do for you. You do things you never thought you would.
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Feel free to come and clean my litter box out anytime Jeff! Just wait till you are wiping Bailey's puke, urine, and poop off your hand, legs, clothes, etc. it's a blast!! :)
Ah Jeff! I have to say that I laughed out loud at the canny wit of the cats! Welcome to cat duty...just imagine you can call it practice for the baby, which is even more fun from my understanding...not that I would know.
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You just wait...just wait until a day or two goes by that the litter box doesn't get cleaned. Even worse...a week! It's really bad then. It's like a minefield and you start to feel very grateful that someone invented plumbing so that you don't have to crawl and dig around in a box of your own refuse in order to take care of your bid-ness. Lovely isn't it?
That is exactly why we have a dog!
You know the point of a blog is to actually write in one! Just thought you could use the tip! :)
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