Less Is Better.

So we helped my mom box up some more stuff for the giant yard sale the cat rescue group she supports is having this summer. This was important work for us because we had to inspect a lot of stuff for toy-ability and make sure something we might want didn't get packed up. Well, everything passed, so she made another run to their temporary storage unit this evening. We napped.



I think she might have one more to do. And do you know what she told us tonight? The rescue group would be more than delighted to take our wide selection of gently used litter boxes because there were cats in the world who would appreciate them! I mean, we tried to appreciate them. Was it our fault that they were unbelievably fun to kick 20 pounds of litter out of, or that the openings weren't quite high enough to contain other things, or that the little Pee Queen wouldn't step paw in one or the other because she's a little princess pee queen?

Well, at least we've settled back to the type we're used to and Mom has quit changing things every three seconds. I mean, can you imagine what would happen if we changed our moms' and dads' toilets every other week?