A New Litter Box

Mom got me a new litterbox and new, softer, litter. I've had two Breeze boxes for over eight years, but lately my aim isn't so good. Mom wondered if I didn't like the way the pellets felt on my paws. We've watched enough Jackson Galaxy to know that sometimes if a cat misses the box it's a good idea to change the kitty litter, so Mom did.

Naturally I'll never tell, but I haven't used the other litter box since Mom got the new one, so Mom is counting that as a good thing.

 It's not quite as nice as spending a sunny morning on the front porch, but it'll do.

Millie Monday

Once a month, Mom takes my litter boxes apart (one at a time) and washes them in the rainbox. She uses some stinky smelly anti-bac-bug cleaning stuff to get rid of all the stinky stuff. Then she rinses the parts and dries them all off.  After that she puts each Breeze box back together, puts the Breeze pad in the little slot, then dumps a bag of Breeze pellets and puts the cover back on. (Mom puts a new pad in the box each week, but the pellets only get changed once a month.)

While Mom does that, I am usually far away taking a nap in someplace comfy. My Mom's pretty cool.

Mom says Mr Brown will be bringing The Tree later this week.  I can't wait. I want to see that happen.  AND... Mom has moved the pointy-plants so I can't reach them. Frostin says they are terrible, horrible, no-good, very, very, very bad plants for cats to eat. How bad? How about a one-way ticket to the Rainbow Bridge bad?  Yikes!  Anyway, they are someplace I can't get to, which is fine by me because I plan to be here for a while.