The cat litter had been disturbed from its usual smooth-topped config.
I shook the litter box back and forth three or four times.
Nothing!
"Where's my prize?!" I grumbled, as if I were shaking a box of Cap'n Crunch.
A voice inside me said 'What did you say?'
"Yeah, I know. Weird, right?" I responded.
I never liked Cap'n Crunch, even as a kid - but the Cap'n always seemed to have the best prizes, as if to taunt me.
our now place has a garbage shoot in the laundry, i placed the litter tray directly underneath it, lovely hearing the tinkle and bump of cat gifts falling down the shoot. whats even better is when the cat decides that only on corner will do and shovels the tray empty in a quest to get to china...
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