Question for the cat people: When you add new litter to the box, do your monsters get excited? Both of ours act like Apple drones when a new iPhone is announced.
Mine used to inspect the freshly-cleaned box, shoot me an aghast look like "You sick fuck! You stole all my buried charms!", leave the room in disgust, then inevitably come back 5 minutes later to take first 'dibs' on the fresh box so I didn't piss her off even more by beating her to the punch with first squatting rights.
Ha! I've often wondered if the daily scooping process causes any kind of annoyance or even confusion, or if they just come to understand it as part of the nature of existence.
Question for the cat people: When you add new litter to the box, do your monsters get excited? Both of ours act like Apple drones when a new iPhone is announced.
Mine used to inspect the freshly-cleaned box, shoot me an aghast look like "You sick fuck! You stole all my buried charms!", leave the room in disgust, then inevitably come back 5 minutes later to take first 'dibs' on the fresh box so I didn't piss her off even more by beating her to the punch with first squatting rights.
Ha! I've often wondered if the daily scooping process causes any kind of annoyance or even confusion, or if they just come to understand it as part of the nature of existence.
This is a shit thread!*
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Boo, Kiwi Marky!
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Question for the cat people: When you add new litter to the box, do your monsters get excited? Both of ours act like Apple drones when a new iPhone is announced.
Mine used to inspect the freshly-cleaned box, shoot me an aghast look like "You sick fuck! You stole all my buried charms!", leave the room in disgust, then inevitably come back 5 minutes later to take first 'dibs' on the fresh box so I didn't piss her off even more by beating her to the punch with first squatting rights.
Ha! I've often wondered if the daily scooping process causes any kind of annoyance or even confusion, or if they just come to understand it as part of the nature of existence.
Mine used to inspect the freshly-cleaned box, shoot me an aghast look like "You sick fuck! You stole all my buried charms!", leave the room in disgust, then inevitably come back 5 minutes later to take first 'dibs' on the fresh box so I didn't piss her off even more by beating her to the punch with first squatting rights.
Ha! I've often wondered if the daily scooping process causes any kind of annoyance or even confusion, or if they just come to understand it as part of the nature of existence.
This is a shit thread!*
*Copyright Viz Comics.
Boo, Kiwi Marky!
I'll take that as a compliment
If I wanted to insult you, I'd have called you Kiwi Geordie.
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Question for the cat people: When you add new litter to the box, do your monsters get excited? Both of ours act like Apple drones when a new iPhone is announced.
Mine used to inspect the freshly-cleaned box, shoot me an aghast look like "You sick fuck! You stole all my buried charms!", leave the room in disgust, then inevitably come back 5 minutes later to take first 'dibs' on the fresh box so I didn't piss her off even more by beating her to the punch with first squatting rights.
Ha! I've often wondered if the daily scooping process causes any kind of annoyance or even confusion, or if they just come to understand it as part of the nature of existence.
Well...she could tell when I cleaned the bathroom by the smell of bleach. Inevitably she'd come in right in after I was done, prop up on her hind legs to inspect the bowl, and check (I don't know...for floaters?) to make sure I was doing it right.
Question for the cat people: When you add new litter to the box, do your monsters get excited? Both of ours act like Apple drones when a new iPhone is announced.
Mine used to inspect the freshly-cleaned box, shoot me an aghast look like "You sick fuck! You stole all my buried charms!", leave the room in disgust, then inevitably come back 5 minutes later to take first 'dibs' on the fresh box so I didn't piss her off even more by beating her to the punch with first squatting rights.
Ha! I've often wondered if the daily scooping process causes any kind of annoyance or even confusion, or if they just come to understand it as part of the nature of existence.
Well...she could tell when I cleaned the bathroom by the smell of bleach. Inevitably she'd come in right in after I was done, prop up on her hind legs to inspect the bowl, and check (I don't know...for floaters?) to make sure I was doing it right.
Every cat we've ever had has been nuts for the smell of bleach. If catnip is pot, then bleach is coke.
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Question for the cat people: When you add new litter to the box, do your monsters get excited? Both of ours act like Apple drones when a new iPhone is announced.
I get the impression Licorice waits for Butters to break it in. I use pine litter, in pellets. I don't think she likes it new.
Question for the cat people: When you add new litter to the box, do your monsters get excited? Both of ours act like Apple drones when a new iPhone is announced.
I get the impression Licorice waits for Butters to break it in. I use pine litter, in pellets. I don't think she likes it new.
Or maybe a dominance thing in some way?
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Question for the cat people: When you add new litter to the box, do your monsters get excited? Both of ours act like Apple drones when a new iPhone is announced.
I get the impression Licorice waits for Butters to break it in. I use pine litter, in pellets. I don't think she likes it new.
Or maybe a dominance thing in some way?
It could be. But knowing how high maintenance Lic is, I'd say it's more "I don't like how this feels on my feets" thing. I could spend an hour or more talking about her eating habits.
Question for the cat people: When you add new litter to the box, do your monsters get excited? Both of ours act like Apple drones when a new iPhone is announced.
I get the impression Licorice waits for Butters to break it in. I use pine litter, in pellets. I don't think she likes it new.
Or maybe a dominance thing in some way?
It could be. But knowing how high maintenance Lic is, I'd say it's more "I don't like how this feels on my feets" thing. I could spend an hour or more talking about her eating habits.
I mention dominance only because our cats have inconsistent dominance issues. When it comes to our two cat trees, those are Charlotte's. If Zoë is on one and C comes around, Z leaves immediately. But when it comes to food, someone has to be there to monitor because Z wolfs hers down and will commandeer C's bowl without any kind of fight. C just walks away. And the upstairs litter box is shared, but Z looks around to make sure C isn't nearby before going in. Downstairs, they're both fine with that one. Just odd divisions of control.
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Question for the cat people: When you add new litter to the box, do your monsters get excited? Both of ours act like Apple drones when a new iPhone is announced.
I get the impression Licorice waits for Butters to break it in. I use pine litter, in pellets. I don't think she likes it new.
Or maybe a dominance thing in some way?
It could be. But knowing how high maintenance Lic is, I'd say it's more "I don't like how this feels on my feets" thing. I could spend an hour or more talking about her eating habits.
I mention dominance only because our cats have inconsistent dominance issues. When it comes to our two cat trees, those are Charlotte's. If Zoë is on one and C comes around, Z leaves immediately. But when it comes to food, someone has to be there to monitor because Z wolfs hers down and will commandeer C's bowl without any kind of fight. C just walks away. And the upstairs litter box is shared, but Z looks around to make sure C isn't nearby before going in. Downstairs, they're both fine with that one. Just odd divisions of control.
Oh yeah. Licorice leaves whenever Butters shows up, and she won't come lay on the couch with me if he's in my lap. There's dominance there, for sure. Never thought it might extend to the litter box. Hmmm.
I am watching my kitty from 5000 miles away. He is not allowed on the counter.
*snort* Our rule has always been just don't do that shit in front of us. Which works maybe 33% of the time, mainly because I don't enforce it.
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
I am watching my kitty from 5000 miles away. He is not allowed on the counter.
I gave up on trying to keep mine off the counter about ten years ago. lol
Years ago I had a small squirt gun for surfaces mine wasn't supposed to be on. It worked for maybe a month before her reflexes got too good for me to even attempt to draw.