Litterbox Lectures

Guess who is a major snot. Yup! That would be Charlie. I was attempting to clean her litterbox after class and since it's Wednesday, there are two steps. The first is to scoop poop and the second is to change the liner pad beneath her super nifty potty. (Thanks Jeff for picking a good box!) After I pulled out the tray to swap the liners, Char thought it'd be a great time to attempt to use the litterbox. I had to use some ninja skills to keep from having a bigger mess. 

Well, excuse a moi! I thought I should show some appreciation for the freshly cleaned box. You seem to not like it when I do certain things. All I hear is "Charlie, do you think that jumping in the dishwasher is a good idea?" "Charlie, the stove is hot so you can't sit there!" "Charlie, can you choose a different spot to sit, I am trying to eat." "Charlie, you cannot sit in the shower when I'm trying to shower." "Charlie, can you not hide under the couch when the foot rest is opened? I might forget and then shut you inside." It's like you don't want me to have any fun! 

Okay sassy pants. I'll shut you in the dishwasher, let you burn your tush and tail, drop dinner on you when you sit between my plate and I, turn the water on you, and shut you into the couch...

I guess you do have a point. If I'm locked in somewhere I can't sit on your lap and watch online lectures with you. And if I get food or water on my fur I will not be a happy camper. (Do you realize how long it took me to clean my tummy after the rafter incident?)How about I choose a different favorite upstairs sitting spot and you double check to make sure I don't get locked in places. 

Sounds good! But what about the litterbox? 

Ninja skills. Practice those ninja skills. Maybe Jeff can give you lessons the next time he's in Lincoln.