I just HAD to post about this.
Earlier tonight, I did a few things around the house like laundry, taking out the garbage, and more importantly, cleaning out Clarence’s litter box. (Which, Oh. My. God. I could do an entire post dedicated to the size of that cat’s poop)
So, after doing that, I flopped down on the couch with my laptop to do some websurfing, hoping to GOD, I could find some inspiration with which to wax the BEST! POST! EVER! (HA!)
Clarence, hopped up on the couch beside me and began purring and kneading and headbutting me.
Now, I know when we first got him, he did that a lot and without provocation. But that was also when he wasn’t quite sure we were just another foster home and therefore had to turn on all the charm he could in order to woo us into keeping him forever. Nowadays, he only does that when he’s out of food or needs something. (little brat…and also knows we’re just head over heels in love with him anyway)
So, knowing I’d just cleaned his litter box, topped off his food bowl, and refilled his water tank, I knew there was no other motive other than the fact that he just wanted to show his mama how much he appreciated her for doing that.
(Insert pregnant pause here)
A couple of hours later, I was transferring laundry from the washer to the dryer, feeling almost smug that I accomplished so much…ESPECIALLY tackling that nightmare of a litter box, when I realized SUDDENLY why my blue eyed, portly, orange point cat was so enamored with his mama.
Because his dumbass mother, though she cleaned the litter box, disposed of the litter, and replaced the dirty liner with a clean one, FORGOT to put clean cat litter in the litter box.
Thank you folks. I’m here all week.