Showing posts with label Stinky Stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stinky Stuff. Show all posts

Monday, September 17, 2007

It's been too quiet here

We are all sorry that we have not been posting here at Four Furry Cats, but Dad's has being trapped by trapped by Project and Vacation. The latter grabbed Mom for almost ten days too.

They went to the land near the Calico Girls. We tried to tell them that we could teleport without any international roaming charges, but they did not listen. We think they is still scared from the Edsel great smuggling adventure from two years ago.

There is one more camping adventure for Bacia and Dolce but it depends on Project and Mister Snow. He's been known to show up around here about this time.

We hopes to be able to post some more pictures, but Dad says that he is trying to get one of Dolce baby videos ready for her second purrthday on Sept 27th.

Have Faith, Paws Crossed, Purrers on High.

Monday, August 27, 2007

It's a Work of Art, I Tell Ya!

Before I explain the title of this post, I should let you know that Baci and Dolce are with me on Project. There is a reason why they are with me and not Bella. I will explain later why, but be assured there is nothing wrong with any of the four cats in our household.

We have tried many different ways to manage the output from our four cats. We orginally used the self-cleaning litter boxes, but Magoo grew a little too big for even the largest one. We tried the Littermaid products but Magoo was pretty intent on always peeing on the rake mechanism and it would constantly be jammed. Our last and most successful idea to date (not to mention the least expensive) is to use two under bed storage boxes. They are quite long, 18 inches wide and about 6 inches deep. Each one takes one full box (40lb) of cat litter. The cats love it. They can dig to their hearts content; it does not get disgusting as fast as a smaller litter box, and it is easier for me to clean.

Now for the main purpose of this post. We have a small litter box that we take camping with us for Dolce and Baci to use. I currently have that litter box with me, as well as Dolce and Baci. So I am dutifully cleaning the litter box, when Baci comes by and watches me. His eyes track each lump of hardened cat litter and kitty doot. I don't know what is going on in his mind, but I think it goes something like this:

Dad, that's not mine. I peed on the side of the box. Magoo says that that method makes you have to replace the litter faster. It must be Dolce's. Ooh! Ooh! That ones mine. I left that one this morning at 4:30am. You remember, you woke up and complained about the smell. Oh! That ones mine too. Although I like chick-hen, especially when its from the Colonel, it doesn't like me. Are you done yet? All this watching you clean the litter has made me have to pee. Could you please hurry?

I do not know why they find it so interesting to watch us clean their litter, but I had an audience. As I picked the last doot out of the litter box. I swear that Baci was saying "It's a work of art, I tell ya."