This morning’s conversation went like this: (Warning–poop talk of the non-human kind will be found below. Read at your own risk).
Chicken: Was there poop outside the box this morning?
Puff: No, thank god. Solid!
Chicken: Oh good. So much easier to clean up. Tootsie rolls?
Chicken: Light or Dark?
Puff: Light, so it was Savvy. The dark ones are always Bunny (he rarely goes outside the box).
Chicken: Yeah. But damn, why can’t she go in the box?
Puff: I don’t know…I don’t know. Everyday, I never know what she’s going to do.
So, there you have it. We have been analyzing cat poop for so many years and cleaning it up (18 years and counting for me) that it shouldn’t be that hard to switch to diaper poo.
Another topic completely is the slowly-going-senile-completely-unpredictable-if-she-will-poop-in-the-box-or-not-today cat, Savvy.
I really don’t know how we’re going to handle her and twins.