Congratulating Myself

It's been a week. At least a week - that I've cleaned out the cat boxes EVERY DAY.
YUP. I made it a goal, and so far I'm doing OK.
Ok, I may have missed one day. Maybe. But I don't think so. I think I've managed to do it every day now since cleaning them out and starting fresh. Ask me again in a month - see how I'm doing. Maybe this time this little impromptu Mid Year Resolution will stick.

Once again, I pondered the mystery of why that is such a big deal. Whyfor art the catboxes so much of a pain in my arse? For years, I cleaned them every day. Every day Every day Every day... no kidding. I never minded, I loved my little boy and my little girl so cleaned up their poop daily I did do and did not mind. My Preciouses... And then one day or one week or one month - I don't know anymore - I just snapped. The kitty litter morphed into a Dreaded Chore and I began hating it.

And I tell you - when there's only one, it's not that big of a deal. They pee twice and poop once a day. That's it. No problemo. But then there are two, and the competition begins - or something. I swear they must feel the need to out do each other. The amount of waste does not double - it triples.

I think when you get that kyooot little pweshusskittykat so cute and cuddly wuddly you're not thinking about 20 years of cat box cleaning. I'm remembering my parents saying "No, we're not getting another dog when this one dies."
Now I understand.

I think about when Hobbes kicks off, not that I'm looking forward to that day, mind you. I'll be sad, he's been my little buddy for 13 years now and I've been falling to sleep with his purring all that time. He likes his Momma at night most. He has to be on me or on the bed with us when we go to bed. And he won't budge sometimes for anything. - And I do mean ANYTHING, if you get my drift... ahem. but I digress...

It's during this Dreaded Chore of cleaning the cat boxes that I can't help but think about how after he dies, then I'll only have one box to clean. WHEW. So much easier.

But then I think maybe Mocha will be lonely .... she would like a play mate, and besides, I don't know if I would be able to resist the kyoot little cuddly wuddly squinting with kyoot widdle paws and pink fat widdle belly....
awwwww......

So for today. Right now, in this moment. I'm happy to have clean cat boxes...