We own four cats, which exceeds the number of cats a normal person should have by approximately four. The number of cats you should have should not equal or surpass the number of children you have. If the total weight of your household garbage is 60 percent cat litter, you have too many cats, plus you are placing an inordinate strain on your local landfill.
Who’d have thought, all those years ago, as we played in the sandbox, shoveling and sifting in search of rocks and busted Hot Wheels, that we were establishing a skill set for future litter-box emptying? Thank goodness for clumping cat litter. What a great modern invention that was, better than the Shake Weight and Toaster Strudel combined. You still have to sift and sift and sift, but each easily gathered lump of litter is a urine-soaked silver lining on an otherwise dark and stinky cloud.
Pet care scientists should have quit while they were ahead, though, because scented cat litter just makes a bad situation worse. The same goes for scented garbage bags – you’re not fooling anyone, you know!
I was thinking about science the other day while sifting through three – count ’em: three! – litter boxes, and I wondered to myself, “Forget asbestos, has anyone ever studied the health effects of breathing in litter dust?”
Back in ancient times (the eighties), if I had wanted an answer to that question, I would have had to go to the library, browse through periodical indexes in the basement in the hope that some magazine or newspaper had published a clarifying article on the dangers and/or foolhardiness of living with cats.
For freelance writers, ahhh!, those were the days. I remember them well. Back then, a writer could go to any editor and say, “I would like to do a story about X” and the editor would say, “We haven’t done a story about X, even though other magazines or newspapers probably have, but our readers have no means of accessing those publications, so go ahead and write about X.”
Let me put it this way: I once successfully pitched a story to The Montreal Gazette about ways to stay cool in the summer. My tips included, “Eat popsicles” and “Splash in public fountains.” I believe – no, I’m quite sure – there was zero research involved.
Now, though, anyone can find information on just about anything simply by searching the Internet, another miraculous invention whose merits surpass even those of clumping cat litter. For example, our refrigerator’s ice-maker (which we never use because it has no water hookup) started ticking last week. TIKKA-TIKKA-TIKKA-TIKKA… on and on, and no amount of whacking, poking or opening and closing the freezer would stop it.
Writing the brand of refrigerator and “ice maker ticking” into a search engine query would surely help me find a solution to my problem.
Probably. Instead, I just took a screwdriver and started removing parts until it stopped.
Because even though we can access a world of knowledge on the Internet doesn’t mean we do. Who has time for research? I mean, honestly, if we had known Googling would become such a chore… and a verb…
So instead of actually researching the health risks of breathing in cat litter dust – I mean, I was curious, but not that curious – I did the next best thing: I posted the question on Facebook, the home of truth, integrity and a truly astounding number of pet lovers.
I learned from one friend that “cat litter dust is rich in diatomaceous earth, which is commonly used as a natural insecticide and fed to livestock to cure them of intestinal parasites.” It was unclear to me, however, whether this information was meant to make me feel better or worse.
I learned from another friend that cat litter dust can harm a male cat’s boy parts, resulting in FUS. “FUS?” I wrote back. “What’s all the FUS about?” (Because puns are the other reason the Internet was invented.)
“Feline Urinary Syndrome,” she wrote back, going on to offer preventive tips like “purchase low-dust litter” and “don’t leave food out.” Sadly, her preventive tips did not include the advice, “Don’t own cats.”
A third friend wrote that some litters contain quartz silica, which can cause respiratory problems in cats.
At this point, I was shocked. I was shocked that my Facebook friends had lost sight of the fact that I was concerned about my health, not my cats’.
That’s the problem with Facebook and the Internet: no focus! Thank heavens that never happens in a blog…
This is timely, because I just inhaled a plume of cat litter dust yesterday…
It’s like getting all your pollution and viruses for the day in one tiny puff.
Cats suck. I had four growing up, then two after I moved out, then when they died I took a break, but got two more as a ploy to put off getting a dog, but got a dog after we got bored with the cats. They want out and they can get eaten where we live. They paw at the window and cry constantly, so they can kill shrews. And then we get left with the dust and the crap and the clumps: mine won’t even fucking go outside, they’re such suburbans they need to use the box I maintain.
Jeez, where do you live that cats get eaten? Oh, you mean by wildlife. 😉
We had two of our cats picked off (we assume) a few years ago here in Southern Quebec. “Cougar,” some said. “Fisher,” some said. “Vermonters,” some said.
Sure, blame the Americans.
This little mini conversation was the highlight of my day. Wait, it’s only 9:30 in the morning. Still, it was funny.
I think there are a few people – and I’m not naming any names ROSS and MY HUSBAND and even PINK LIGHT SABRE – who really love cats more than they are letting on LOL. More than they may ever admit to themselves. Cats are ninja like that.
Did I mention that the dog ate four hamburgers off the counter last night while our back was turned? And the night before ate a bag of licorice all-sorts, MY bag of licorice all-sorts?
So it’s not just cats.
[Stupid unconditional-loving grumble grumble grumble…]
LOL My husband says our cats are completely destroying our house. Yes, they’ve killed a few screens, and the weird one gnaws on the baseboard in the upstairs hall, but whatever. Screens and baseboards can get replaced. He’s still happy when they sit beside him or come up for a pat. Eating a bag of licorice all-sorts though. That could push any man over the edge. 🙂
I love licorice – unless it’s not black – than it’s just blasphemous.
I think I knew that.
That’s funny: yeah, eaten by coyotes, owls, that kind of thing. The Pacific Northwest.
Yes, I figured. Originally, I was going to ask, “Where do you live that cats get eaten? In an apartment above a Chinese restaurant?” But I figured some people might be offended, so I decided to keep that particular comment to myself.
I’m on the East Coast, where we’ve managed to pave over all the wildlife with concrete and black top.
Just read an essay in David Sedaris’s new collection about eating in China called “#2 To Go.” You’re not far off.
Yeah, well, that’s a long standing rumor about the meat served in all Chinese restaurants, isn’t it? Maybe it’s better than I didn’t make that comment, since I don’t think anyone would have gotten the joke!
I’m deleting it right now! No one will ever see it.
If you’re worried about offending people you belong on the west coast! Plenty of room for friendly people!
Coyotes in Arizona for us… oh and Freakin’ Pit-bulls…I’m extremely biased. I opened the door when I was 12 years old to see 3 pit-bulls eating my cat – it was the most horrific sight of my life.
That would do it. Horrible…sorry to hear that.
It was actually. I wouldn’t let my father kill the dogs – but I was all about punishing the owners that trained them to kill cats for fights/betting.
It’s a no-win situation. I much prefer a no-cat situation but am outnumbered in this house by pet lovers and, well, animals. They appear to have created their own interest group.
I had a big orange cat who died from FUS. Buried him in the parking strip and planted wildflowers there. He fought the Cat With Human Lips, which is stranger than fiction, but true: this cat-foe was an evil spirit, and would never lose a staring contest. And had weird lips.
The Cat With Human Lips is a bestseller title if ever there was one.
This is your third post on cats. I think you’ve crossed the threshold into Crazy Cat Blogger territory.
I think I would have just turned the television louder to fix that refrigerator ticking problem . . .
I’m aiming for Crazy Anti-Cat Blogger but if I’ve got “crazy” down, I’m getting close.
Television laugh tracks are another auditory pet peeve.
I hate the litter box! That’s why we don’t have cats. Well, that, and we don’t like cats. Dogs rule! Cats drool!
I hope I don’t unwittingly set off a war. Don’t want to be the Archduke Franz Ferdinand of the pet world.
We have three cats and I would LOVE a 4th but I’m pretty sure Mr. Weebles would have me committed if I did that. Clumping cat litter is the best invention since the wheel, though. But I agree that the scented litter and scented bags are missing the mark, big time. I feel like calling the people who make them and saying, “Dude. You’re not making this any easier for us.”
And seriously, remember those days when all we had was the library?? I’m almost in awe of younger me for going to the library and doing actual research all the time. It seems so…medieval.
I liked the fact that the periodical index was always tucked away in the way back or down in the bowels. Medieval, yes. Monastic, even. That said, the new way is much easier!
I suggest we get really monastic and have books chained to the walls and ‘organized’ but it’s size and color.
I also love clumping litter – and we have one inside cat and one outside cat – and we are the saner for it.
I agree. I already arrange my books by category and then size and then color, so I’m already halfway there. Except for the chains. I use those for other things.
Me too – but ‘hush’ – people think I’m a nice gal.
My books are grouped loosely by fiction/non fiction and sorta-author and how much I want to re-read it.
Your secret is safe with me, Ladycakes.
Well, we are engaged. You should be warned –
Your chains or mine? 😉
I have some nice leopard print ~
Get a blog, you two…
We’re spicing it up a bit on Rosemary’s place.
Apples AND pommes – HA! 🙂
Hee-hee. Le diable est dans les détails.
I don’t even know what that means in this case. Just wanted to use more French.
On the other hand, think of how much less smelly the local landfill is thanks to all the litter you’ve added…
I think it’s reached maximum absorbancy by the time it gets there.
Here’s a fun thing to do: pour a bucket of water in the litter box and let it set before putting it out for the cats to use. Science!
Here’s an even more fun thing to do – Not have cats.
See, all that cat litter dust seems so unhygienic to me. That’s why I let the cats just pee and poop and vomit throughout the house, and then I move ever couple years. Saves time, too!
Also, I had a friend who sold an article to a magazine recently on “ten parks to visit before you die” and just looked at her, incredulous: “You just did a Google search and wrote up what you found, didn’t you?” “Well… yes.”
That’s great! Was the magazine “Rube’s Digest”?
“Clumping cat litter.” That’s an unholy, unsavory triad. Though, I have to admit, sheepishly, that carrying around bags of poo while I’m out walking my dogs is not the most pleasant of occasions.
Tell me if this is a local phenomenon? I’ll be walking along, say, a trail. I’ll look to the side and discover that someone has gone to the trouble of bagging their dog’s poop AND THEN throwing the bag into the woods or nearby stream. I see it all the time!
Sadly, these people represent a moronic fringe of the hiking, dog owner group. The rest of us have to endure the dirty looks from non dog owners. Think about the alien visitors to our planet, gazing upon these bags of poop in the forest. They’ll go back home and tell everyone about these stinky creatures that populate our planet.
Poop bags are probably the least of our worries, PR-wise.
ok, I have one more comment to make on this post, and then I’ll shut up. I was out running the other day and waved at a neighbor who was walking her dog with a leash in one hand and a bag of poop in the other. To return my greeting (I think), she waved the bag of poop at me.
“Come and get it”
That’s a great visual.
Don’t worry, Karen. After awhile, for us dog owners, those bags of poop are like a third hand.
Hey. Just a minute. As a dog owner AND a Crohn’s disease, ummm, stinker, I resemble that remark. Or that very friendly dog owner. I’m sure the bag was quite colorful.
I knew you’d mock me – but let me tell you this, ROSEMARY – I was concerned about you…because we had to take our cat, Festering Wounds, to the EMERGENCY Vet clinic on Christmas EVE at 1AM… Do you know how much money after midnight ON A BLOODY HOLIDAY costs? And the vet misdiagnosed the cat and we had to RETURN on NEW YEAR’S EVE after midnight. It cost us $2000 – this does not include various after care visits and my regular vet stunned at the gross incompetence my poor cat suffered at the hands of an emergency vet. So – to make you feel better, I care for you and your wallet. Don’t let your cats pee blood after midnight on any kind of bank or otherwise sanctioned holiday – it only leads to FUS – Fucked Up Shit.
I KNEW FUS stood for something else! Ha!
It does. And TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS!
Who needs a Mercenary Researcher when there’s Google?
Maybe, but I prefer the reverse.
As do I, but I’m trying to provoke her here…
Ahh! Provoke away.
Pfft. Google knows all.
I do not concur.
I refuse to own a dog b/c I don’t want to follow it around picking up fecal matter with a glove and plastic bag. That bodes ill.
Bonus points for getting your possessive plural correct, Rosemary.
I did? I mean, I did!
It’s bad when a good spell with the cat means she is using the litterbox for both #1 and #2! Victory! Except that I am, apparently, the only person in the fam who is capable of mastering sifting skilz. With this kitty cat stuff, it would appear that you have entered the universal realm. EVERYBODY can relate to litter boxes! Imagine the floodgates that will open when you tag it “cat poop.”
Seems so badass when you spell it with a Z! As for the enticing tag words, I’m still reeling over my “big jar of pee” post on Drinking Tips for Teens. Ick. Ick. Ick, you people!
Apparently, litter boxes can harbors infected urine/feces (of the cat nature) to increase risks of birth defects. You aren’t pregnant, are you? And if you are, you should really call a news agency or something ’cause that is nearly good enough for something Canadian to even reach the US news!
I read something on the internet about the infection thingy, but I can’t quote it verbatim because that would involve Googling feces/urine/cat/disease at work and work is time to read blogs, not to Google about cat poo.
I like you. I like the way you think. You’ve got moxie, kid. You’re going places,see? Not in your current line of work, mind you, what with all the covert blogging and all, but in life, LIFE.
Also, there is no life growing in me. I have the pee stick to prove it.
I used to buy something called “World’s Best Cat Litter!” (sic). It never crossed my mind to ask whether it was, in fact, the best cat litter in the entire freakin’ world, because I figured they wouldn’t call it that unless it was, right? Besides which, it was hellish expensive and sold only in the kind of pet supply store that stocks All Natural 100% Venison Cat Fud, and that must mean it truly was the world’s best.
When I regained consciousness…I discovered that Arm & Hammer makes a perfectly serviceable (and not as hellishly expensive) cat litter out of corn husks. Yes, it does make our house smell a little barn-like when it gets soggy, but what the hey. I was raised on or near a farm. I like farms. I can handle this. Plus, I’m less likely to get asbestos lung from corn husks. Or so I tell myself.
Note to self: Cat litter should not be this much of a topic of conversation. Find new things to talk about.
Apparently I’ve hit a nerve. Again. I’m like a frikkin’ dentist, a really horrible dentist.
Corn husks, you say? Hmmmm… I’ll look for it.
YAY! THIS WAS FRESHLY PRESSED!!! WHOO HOOO!!!!!!! I kind of feel like I’m part of that party… it was my cat that was Fucked Up Shit…
They told me it was coming, so I added the link to your page, baby. Share the love.
I’m sharing! I’m sharing 🙂 – I loves me the coat-tails.
I’ve always been a firm believer that the maximum number of cats in a home is 3. So, you’re only 1 cat over the ever-so-thin “looks a LITTTTTLE white trash” line. Thanks for the laugh!
I consider myself white rubbish. Sounds more posh.
And you’re welcome!
My wife and I loved this post. Especially the puns. We have had fifteen cats thou not at the same time. The most ten. We have a basement (in Florida?) and most of them lived down there. My wife is a sucker as far as cats are concerned. She loves the fur balls and feels that even though shelters say they are no kill, she does not believe them. We are now housing four. All of them collected by finding them near dumpsters or on the streets. My hope is St. Peter is a cat lover and therefore heaven will be a shoe in. If you get chance please go to my blog and read the Kitty of New York story. I think you might like it. It is short and meant to be funny.
I will. I think it’s going to be a busy day around here but I will. Thanks for stopping by.
I guess you don’t need another person telling you how much I enjoyed reading this…but I did. I can certainly relate, only my lucky husband has not only inherited four (recently five) cats, but somehow he ended up on litter duty, too. You have already been told a lot of what sprung to mind (previous vet nurse) but I can’t emphasize enough how much you should NOT use clumping cat litter. Very bad for kitties/you/your home, etc. Better just to scoop the poop-nuggets that occur with any litter. If your cats happen to be the very small percent of cats who will tolerate either cedar pellets or newspaper pellets for litter you will be very happy. Most of them don’t-they don’t like the feeling on their paws. The cedar ones are awesome because they actually smell quite pleasant and turn into some strange wood-grain grit when pissed upon.
Either way, enjoy the arthritic back and burned sinuses! I sent this to my husband and he will feel a lot less alone tonight!
Oh man, no clumping litter? What if I just empty the litter really, really often? And thanks for dropping by.
You’re welcome! And seriously, unless you want staggering vet bills and a kitty with a wounded urethra, stay away. The emptying really often is good, I would just do that with reg. litter. Sorry about the bad news…
sorry, for getting serious here – but my clumping cat litter has done no harm to my now 8 year old TomCat – who was even neutered rather early in life, not good for the urinary tract as well – still no problems there.
And only one cat I know whose owners used clump litter had bladder problems.
Unless I see scientific proof I will go on using clump litter!
Proof… proof… Now, if only there were a place a person might research such a topic. I know: Pinterest!
I’ll leave you two to hash this out.
You go right ahead. It’s like Russian Roulette-you may never get shot, but there is a strong chance. That kind of thinking results in all kinds of abuse to animals, so risking a the least, a painful, swollen bladder but more commonly 24 hours to save him, IV fluids, painful catheters and a humongous vet bill isn’t enough for you to chance litter-march on!
If you haven’t seen scientific proof, you clearly haven’t looked.
Hideous spelling mistakes: Shoud be *If the vet bill…*change litter. Everything I am saying is based on a career and intense training as a veterinary nurse. Most of the literature proves this, but due to clients not always knowing what kind of litter they used, it is hard to get numbers. Probably one of the other most important factors is access to fresh water, clean litter and quality food that is designed to avoid this common emergency. Would you change your toilet paper if you found out it is likely to block up your junk?
Is it really too much to ask to give me some links??
Instead of posting a link you come here, are just short of accusing me of cat abuse and negligence. Oh my, not adding to your credibility.
My answer to your accusation is:
Click to access FelineLUTD-En.pdf
There is NOT A WORD of clumping cat litter being the cause! NOT A SINGLE Word. Who is it from, the industry of clumping cat litter? No, Darling dear – it is from: *tada!*
The American Veterinary Medical Association
I simply said that your reasoning was the same as that which leads to cat abuse. Glad you found a link that eases your mind. I am comfortable with learning what I have not only from school but also through YEARS OF EXPERIENCE!!
Most things that happen in Vet clinics are not adequately represented in the literature. The bottom line is if you care about your pet’s health, why not make one of the easiest choices to avoid such a serious condition. Obviously you are more connected to your current litter choice than your cat. I am telling you, honestly what the common denominator was when we treated hundreds of cases in-clinic and in shelters.
But you have eased your mind by remaining on more convenient litter, hoping for the best so we have nothing to discuss.
Loving the CAPS lol.
with “so much experience out there” don’t you think there would be some evidence on the web? Come on, not even ONE link???
Nope-I’m making it all up.
All right, you two, I will pull this blog over!
Really sorry Ross. But for YOU, http://catmom.com/letters/letters.html
One of numerous sites I found. Next time I visit, it will be to admire your work, not argue. 🙂
Down here in this fabled American land (think Brothers Grimm rather than Aesop), we have a “reality” show called Moonshiners. Its protagonists are illegal distillers in West Virginia and western Virginia and other idyllic places like that. One of these guys is a guy named Tickle. He does not abide by the advice given in Scarface by Frank Lopez, and often gets high on what I can only assume is his own supply. Once, when so intoxicated that he had trouble pronouncing “about” at all, let alone with the correct regional accent, they asked him whether he was a cat or a dog person. After hemming and hawing (and listing 7 degrees to the left), he answered, “I tellya this. If you got cats, you got a box a’sh*it in yer house. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want no box a’sh*t in my house.” I thought this was a fairly cogent argument against cats, especially considering the source, and redoubled my commitment to never owning such defilers of the domestic sphere.
That was ten months ago, probably. I got engaged in March, and now own two kittens and two incredibly-quickly-filling litter boxes.
Thanks for an awesome post. Tons of fun.
What you got there, son, is a big ol’ box of marriage. Then again, I wouldn’t go too far in letting reality TV set the signposts in your road of life. Good luck to you and glad you liked the post.
Congrats on the Freshly Pressed nod, good sir. I also have too many cats and a non connected ice maker. Oh, and Google.
Ice makers are for pansies.
Yet I’ve always considered ice the manliest of all the waters. Not counting moonshine, of course.
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Come read the funny Ross Murray (aka Rosemary) ~ He’s been FP’d…lucky bastard.
We have 2 great cats! Yes, you did mention 4 so, I can see where you might have twice the litter-a-see than I do or, perhaps you have twice the illiteracy that I maintain.
Yup, that’s about as bad as my pun. 🙂 Thanks for the comment!
Congrats on FP!
I stopped reading where you said you have four cats. Unfortunately, I’ll never know how this relates to Toaster Strudels
It’s the new flavour; it’s going to be huge.
When I first moved away from home at 19, I got a cat. My friend Lisa (a dog person like me) informed me that I could save TONS of money on kitty litter All I had to do was stick the dirty stuff on a cookie sheet, place said cookie sheet with said kitty litter into the oven at 350 degrees (yum, just like a pie!) and the kitty litter was really easy to sift efficiently.
I never ate t Lisa’s house again. AND, I used my oven for more conventional baking.
The pot was hysterical (especially since I work in litigation) and the comments were just as funny. Hope that doesn’t hurt your feelings, Ross
Ahhhh! Kitty litter in the oven!! I’m going to have nightmares. I love cats, but yikes… now I’m going to have to ask everyone to confirm that there’s never been poop in their oven before I eat there.
You can feel safe here at my house. I have no cats. But isn’t that the grossest thing ever?
Without a doubt!
Actually, you can find out the answer by just bringing up this comment — I heard … Can you imagine anyone doing that? Then run
I’ll just mix into into my “Before you cook for us” which will end up sounding something like this now: “Oh, I really appreciate your offer to cook, but remember that Dave really can’t have anything with sugar and we try to keep our whole carb intake minimized, and I also have a problem eating from an oven that has ever housed poop of any sort… will any of that be a problem? If so, I can pick something up.” 🙂
Perhaps you should just offer to do the cooking “what with no sugar and no poop requirements …” Life would be far simpler!
I try, but people don’t like coming by my place. I have cats, you see…
(See, Ross, it all comes back to litter. You’re onto something cosmic here.)
Perhaps if youputup a sign saying “poop-free oven inside!” It would help.
Poor Ross. We have hijacked the comment section. That’s what happens when you get everybody think in’, though.
Carry on, you two. Don’t mind me.
We don’t, Ross. In fact, we kind of like you!
Hey, Elyse, thanks for this… comment/nightmare scenario. I think you’ve traumatized Rara. And feelings aren’t hurt; I’m loving these comments. As long as I don’t become known as The Cat Litter Guy.
That would be better than being known as the “oven-baked Cat Litter Guy
Congrats on being FP’d, Ross! I won’t look at toaster strudel without thinking of you, and litter, ever again. 🙂
What power I have! Thanks, Rara!
Cat litter is the bane of my life too! I don’t think I should have it at all because my cats go outside, but because we can’t have a cat flap, we have to have litter! But the cats go outside, come in to use the cat litter and then go back outside again – no! I hate breathing in the dust too, and hold my breath when I’m emptying it or topping it back up, but it still ends up in the back of my throat!
I love this of FP- to discover blogs like yours! I enjoyed and laughed a lot, thanks for that!
OMG Thanks for the good Sunday morning giggle! I have dogs, which most of the time, poop outside. I’ve even taught one to take care of that kind of stuff WAY in the back, but the other prefers 6″ off the patio. .. Ah dogs.
I do enjoy cats tho, they taste like chicken.
Congrats on being pressed!
We have a great big ol’ salad spoon for picking up dog poop. Bon apetit!
“Taste like chicken” – score!
Thanks for stopping by!
wow it was a lovely read ! 🙂 Love xx
Thanks. I kiss you back.
Sir, your fingers are abnormally long.
I Photoshopped my fingers for length. Call it vanity…
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1- Zack Galifianakis: The other day I Googled, ‘How many Mexicans live in North Korea?’ Google didn’t know.”
2- Our friends, who own terrible and poopy cats, swear by this thing, which is the kitty death star:
If you’ve ever read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, this is robot Marvin’s worst nightmare. Probably not, but it would be one of many terrible nightmares.
His nightmare would probably be his head getting stuck next to kitty litter for all eternity.
I have always wondered this same question about the cat litter. Unfortunately, I inherited a kitten when my grandfather passed away, and I was new to the cat thing (I only ever had dogs and birds previously which are MUCH different to take care of).
The worst is scooping out the litter as you inhale a very large plume of litter smoke. It almost makes me feel as though I’m trapped in the Sahara with no water. Then, to top it off, scooping out the litter into the scented bags that my lovely boy (err… man?) buys, I just can’t imagine that’s very healthy. I don’t care about the cat’s health, he’ll be using the litter the rest of his life. I’m concerned with mine!
We actually recently purchased an automated litter box, so I no longer have to deal with the suffocating choke of dust that would happen every day. I now pick up a little plastic box and toss it in the trash, and really only smell the litter when changing the liners.
With four cats (I can’t believe it!) I’m shocked you haven’t got these already!
Yes, but now don’t you feel conflicted to be living in a world that has automated litter boxes? You see? You can’t win!
Thanks for the comment and the follow. See you around!
Congrats on being freshly pressed!! And also- thank you so much for the book! Can’t wait to read it and review it on the camel life.. But be warned, intellectual dachshund shows no mercy 🙂
Glad you got it. And go ahead and be brutally honest. You’ll be like my internet wife.
After returning home from vacation to a cat who has become litterbox-averse, I was delighted to see that one of my favorite bloggers had been Freshly Pressed. Congrats! I have just the prize for you…I wonder how much postage I’ll need for 12 lbs of cat and a soggy cardboard box.
I appreciate the gesture but I think you may have misread my feelings about cats. Hope you had a great cat-free vacation, and thanks!
You are hysterical
From one canuck to another,,, love your post, think I’m gonna have to stalk/follow you a bit 🙂
(pst… toilet train them eh!)
How’s it goin’, eh?
I have one cat who drinks from the toilet, so how hard can it be? Honestly. They’re just not applying themselves.
OMG that’s too funny! You gave me the laugh I needed after re-reading one of my own more serious blog posts. Thanx.
My kitty lies beside me, wedged between me and the chair back, as I lay crossways across the chair, pillow under my back, head on one arm and legs strewn over the other. The wonder dwarf at work … Of course I blame all my typos on her 🙂
Tell that cat to get a job. Or at least get you a cold one.
well, I can’t complain, I do get the cold nose
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Don’t. Own. Cats.
How did I miss this FP moment of perfection?! I was wondering why everyone was talking about the effects of the dust on cat health and not yours… glad you addressed that at the end! I mean, WTF? Also – that whole “having to go to the library to find shit out” thing sounds MISERABLE! I can’t believe that was once a “thing.”
Well, first you had your encyclopedias and then you had your libraries. It was a drag but there was also an elitist, monastic tang about it.
My mom isn’t the biggest fan of cats but she also not very good at saying no. Their is currently have six cats in the house hold, two that I brought when I moved back home! the only thing that keeps her sane it that they are mostly outside cats. I can’t stand any cat litter that creates a lot of dust the smell gets stuck in my nose for days!
That’s a lot of cats. I feel for your mom. Thanks for the follow!
Love this post. Have an idea about the ticking in your refrigerator. Same thing happened to me with a new fridge. Icemaker also not connected. Mine has a wire “handle” on the icemaker. In the up position icemaker is off. In down position makes ice, except when not connected it ticks while trying to make ice. Flip wire handle up and ticking stopped. Drove me crazy until I figured this out. Look forward to more “cats” info.
The handle was up and it still didn’t stop. It’s good and dismantled now and tick-free.
Thanks for the follow!
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Yeah it’s humorous how problems such as this one start looking unbelievably unimportant when compared to the world events. The next phase of the cold war, the actual authentic war that erupts, Russia-China gas deal axis… Yet here we’re with your social-media dilemmas, – will we see the planet has transformed? I’m not indicating what you write about is inconsequential, I’m stating a certain amount of detachment is balanced. Thanks, Sarah @ http://phyto-renew350e.com/
Thanks for your thoughts.
” The Crushed absorbent clay or material that are used for lining the box used by the cat to eliminate waste.”
It may also be defined as:
” The absorbent material often in the form of granular and is used to line the container in which cat can easily urinate and excrete indoors”.
Cat litter is the mystic substance that can make life easier for cat owners all around the world.
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