Kitty Litter

Over the weekend, Mo and I agreed to look after our friends two cats. I admit, it didn't take us too much proding after my friend offered us a bottle of wine for the job. Mmm... wine...

Anyway, we came in on Sunday afternoon to refill the kitties bowls, and give them a little bit of affection.

While we were there, we gave the cats a little bit too much catnip. Whoa, catnip is like cats on ecstasy. Makes you wonder how it works on humans, don't it?

The cats frolicked around us and were extremely receptive. Usually, one of them is a little standoffish. But I guess when you haven't seen your owners for two days and are getting catnip from these people, you get less choosy.

As we were leaving, Mo and I went around the apartment making sure everything was in order. Wine glasses back in place, cat food bag put away, toilet seat cover left down so the older one doesn't fall in... and Mo closed the door to their closet.

That promptly caused the younger cat to stand in front of the closet and start mewing urgently.

"Oh look at that Theressa" Mo said. "Gage is so smart he's telling me that I closed off access to the litter box."

So he opens the closet door and out runs Monty, slightly upset (not to mention half loopy on capnip).

"Great Mo. Can you imagine how bad that would have been?" I scoulded. "Imagine someone locked you in an outhouse and you had to stand near your own poo and pee for the next 36 hours."

Not nice.

But a little more catnip, and the kitties forgave him. Ahh... sweet wonderful drugs.