Disjointed Digression

For those that might not know, I’m pretty lazy.  Many years ago, I bought an automatic litter box.  One that scoops that cat waste into a a little plastic box which is easy to throw away.  It’s not 100% perfect, but it does a good job.  When we got Moxie, we decided to get a second automatic litter box, since one of Candy’s co-workers had a slightly used one for cheap.  This past week one of them broke.  Just stopped scooping.  So we decided to replace it.  Of course they have a new model out, so we can’t get the same ones that have lasted quite a while.  This new model has a new feature “Sleep Timer for Nighttime Use.”  I can only guess that is for people who put their cats out at night.  To make this new feature work, the litter box has a clock on it.  A little red digital clock.

Now the cat’s can accurately record in their bathroom journal what time that took a shit!  Candy was bewildered. As she eloquently put it “There is a fucking clock on the cat’s shitter!?”

Why, yes, yes there is a clock on the cats shitter.  And I’m sure that Loki, Moxie, and Nellie will use it to the fullest to plan their day/night.  Since cats do everything on a strict schedule! Now they have a clock that is exclusively for them.

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