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Today is poop day, I would be rather anywhere else, butt as always needs doing. Ya that was a lame pun.
Litter boxes need emptying, litter box misses needed to be swept up, then after that. The boxes needed refilling.
There is a lot of sweeping and carrying heavy shit. Ya pun 2.
Floors in four rooms and stairs needed sweeping and scraping. Poop pancakes happen. That’s when fresh unseen poop gets stepped on and flattened.
The grand total weight will come in at 400 pounds of wet cat litter.
Then I need to carry a 40-pound bag of wood pellets to refill the four litter boxes.
That is almost I have to say about my cats business.
2.5 rooms swept, 3 litter boxes emptied and refilled. Taking another rest break. I fell outside, good thing I landed in last year’s cat poop pellets. It was such a comedic fall I had to jump up and yell the words.
“I’m all right. I’m all right.”
While I was outside, I noticed all the ice on the pond was gone. I saw the mallard and drake that come every year to have babies, and I saw my first frog.
Above me was the huge flock of Griebs, noisy as ever. At least the ones that survived the Texans that shoot them for fun.
They are giant birds, 4-foot wingspan. This year as they circled above I remembered to keep my mouth shut. Giant birds, giant poop.
So the frogs were frogging, the ducks ducking and the griebs griebing.
And my cats rushing to the clean cat litter.
Oh I almost forgot I murdered my first mosquito last night, I think more it was self defense.
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