The great catbox massacre of ’03
October 20, 2003 - 11:41 pm
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.
October 21st, 2003 at 10:45 pm
cats are such clean animals:-)
October 22nd, 2003 at 1:39 pm
Ewwwww.
Just… ewwwwwwwww! 🙁
October 23rd, 2003 at 5:50 pm
Oh, I remember those days!
I’m laughing so hard I got tears in my eyes.
October 23rd, 2003 at 8:47 pm
what, no pictures? 😉
i have a good kid story now too. i will post it tomorrow probably.
xo
October 28th, 2003 at 4:03 pm
cats are clean. they are covered in cat spit. and cat shit has such a good texture for pseudo play-doh.