Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Griffen
Griffen was out of cat litter and cat food. Poor thing. Momma has been neglecting him. His feline feelings are hurt. As I lugged the 25 pound bag of cat litter out of the van it became wedged and I gave it a good yank only to hear a ripping sound and spread a goodly amount of the stuff on the floor of the van. We're talking A LOT. Even Nathan said ,"Oooh, why you do dat, Mom?" For convenience sake I think I will teach Griff to fetch my keys when he needs to do his business. Just me and the cat going for a drive in the Dodge Caravan litter box.
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That could lead to one smelly caravan...
I really hate it when that happens. I still have cedar chips in crevices of my Explorer from spilling a bag of them over a year ago. Ugh...
I'm sure Griffin repays you with tons of furballs all over and the occasional hawked up hairball. Can ya feel the love?
Oh yes. Love. He hoarked up his cat food tonight in the kitchen. Again I say Love.
Griffen is a great name for a cat...
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