The great catbox massacre of ’03

October 20, 2003 - 11:41 pm 5 Comments

It was quiet. Too quiet. Granted, even a deafening din would seem soft in comparison to the rest of the day: screams, wails, the muffled smack of fists hitting flesh. This was a quiet of a different color.

He said: should I go up there and see?
She said: I don’t know, I’m just enjoying the quiet.
He said: but should I?
She said: should you? Probably. Will you? I don’t know.

He did.

The quiet was broken. A torrent of unintelligible shouting bombarded the spaces, intermixed with wails of frustration. Two small bodies scampered into the room.

He said: wash their hands. They have scattered the entire contents of the catbox all across the upstairs. There is cat litter caked into their hair.

She said: shit.

And it was.

5 Responses to “The great catbox massacre of ’03”

  1. brother Says:

    cats are such clean animals:-)

  2. Rune Says:


    Just… ewwwwwwwww! 🙁

  3. shell Says:

    Oh, I remember those days!
    I’m laughing so hard I got tears in my eyes.

  4. m. Says:

    what, no pictures? 😉

    i have a good kid story now too. i will post it tomorrow probably.


  5. Sarah Says:

    cats are clean. they are covered in cat spit. and cat shit has such a good texture for pseudo play-doh.