January 11, 2005

If I'm standing outside the bathroom door being very vocal, I am not "crying" because I want my litterbox cleaned.

I am yelling at you, demanding to know why you let it get to the point where I don't care to use it. Scooping is not enough. I want fresh clean litter at least twice a week.

But I'm not crying.
I am not a wuss.
Just particular.

No comments: