Now that I'm a big boy, I got a big boy litter box.
I had a very little litter box, the size of a piece of paper, but I was having "aim issues" (whatever that means) and the human got all upset about some rug that was on the back of the box. Whatever. I never liked that rug anyway.
My sister has a big girl litter box, but she really doesn't like it when I use it, and, well, girl germs=ew.
So now I have my very own big boy litter box. NO Girlz allowed! This is a picture of me checking it out to be sure it's all good and stuff.
I'm so happy.
But even while I'm happy, I'm sad for Whistle. He needs a big boy litter box, too.
About Me
- Littlemankitty
- Mama's Part of a Ment, It gets cold sometimes., United States
- I'm a fabulous cat about town. I'm now 9.7 pounds. I am quite handsome. I was born on the mean streets of the city, but rescued to first one shelter, then another shelter, and finally a part of a ment. I have an adopted sister. She doesn't like me much, but she does let me share the couch with her sometimes. I have 6 toes on each of my front paws. I got blessed for St. Francis Day. I like toys. And cat treats. And scratches under the chin.
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