I should know better. I do know better. Really, it’s all my fault, but for the love of gravy!!!
It was only two minutes. A short phone call, I stepped away while Noah and Sara were innocently watching Dora. There were entranced, I thought surely they could stay that way for just a minute or two while I took the call.
I came back to a horrific, disgusting, unbelievable mess. This is the first thing I saw, confusing me until I looked around and saw the source of the mysterious white paste on my coffee table.
At first I thought it might have been lotion or maybe baby powder? But there is no baby powder in easy reach of the babies, and a quick glance over to the lotion bottle showed it to be untouched. Scanning the room, I saw this:
At this point, I knew. Oh, how I knew. Those little granules strewn about like confetti, the delightful paste on my coffee table. It was cat litter. From the litter box.
It gets better. The cats have a basket with a blanket that they sleep in, which also happened to be in the path of nasty.
Isn’t that lovely? There was cat litter EVERYWHERE. I think it was mostly Sara, while Noah sat and watched. As soon as I walked back in the room, he jumped up to go sit on the potty for a good long while, avoiding the, let’s say colorful language that happened to escape me.
That is Katie, wondering why we decided to keep the furless things that are so fascinated with kitty poo.
And now the mug shot of the nasty little girl that made it rain cat litter all over my living room:
She doesn’t look very remorseful, does she? See that sh*t eating grin? It’s because she was literally eating sh*t. Cat sh*t, covered in clumping cat litter. You know how peanut butter gets stuck to the roof of your mouth when you eat it? Yeah, well, cat litter clumps into a concrete like lump in the roof of the mouth and between the teeth. That happy little grin on Sara’s face? Yeah, that disappeared when I had to spend 20 minutes raking the litter out of her mouth and teeth.