Bah

[yendi]

There's no point in attempting to have writing time (since Elayna and shadesong are out shopping with anexstacy), if the phone rings every five minutes, and (because at least two sets of plans later rely on the phone), you can't unplug it.

So I gave up, and vented my disgust by taking care of the disgusting things in the house -- Max's litterbox, Elayna's toilet, the gerbil cage and the circle (approx 2' in diameter) where they manage to fling their bedding (and anything that might be caught in it), the fridge and any food that has evolved into a new lifeform, etc.

So, there are fewer disgusting things in the house. And that's a good thing.

And I'm now watching Max carefully redistribute the cat litter, as he apparently doesn't like my method of pouring a nice thick layer of litter in the box, but prefers to shove all of the litter to one side of the box with his paw.

Comments

[blueingenue.livejournal.com]

"There was crap in this box before! It's got to be in here somewhere." *scratchscratch*
"Dammit. I could have sworn I left it in the litter box." *scratchscrapescratch*

or:

"Every time I get my Zen Turd-garden just the way I want it, someone goes and steals all the
turds and rearranges all the sand."

Cat priorities. Who knows?