Guten Tag, my friends. It’s Sunday. I haven’t showered since Thursday night.
Yesterday, we went grocery shopping. It was uneventful. I picked up a couple of floor mats to put under the cats’ box and a bath poof. Mom bought groceries.
One of the things left behind was a proper litter box for the cats, and I ordered one on Thursday. It arrived yesterday while we were out. I specifically searched for “jumbo litter box”, then ordered one with the highest sides I could find. The taller the sides, the less likely Mal is to hang his asshole over the side and shit on the floor.
Maybe I should have looked at the other measurements as well.
We went out to see my stepfather’s best friend yesterday afternoon. What was supposed to be an afternoon visit to catch up ended up with us getting home after 10pm. It wasn’t in the plan at all. The cats were starving, my phone is at 11% charge, and there’s a box the size of a fucking dog sled on the front step. The last thing I want to do is deal with cat shit at nearly bedtime. On top of that, I hadn’t been able to talk to Shawshank much because my phone wasn’t in the charger all day, and Saturdays are typically date night for us. Someone stole two cast iron baking dishes from the restaurant where we had dinner.
But it’s time to shower now. Brian’s parents and his friend want to do a New England clambake today. I’m obviously overjoyed with the prospect.
