A present

Mommy has this large hunk of plastic in the living room that she bought at Petsmart today, and next to it is an uber-huge box of litter. Something tells me that she finally bought us a huge covered litterbox.

I am less than excited about this. I mean, it'll be nice to have it set up, so that she can quit telling us, "You stink!" like she does about a thousand times a day. Apparently this contraption has a charcoal filter at the top so that the air in the rest of the apartment will no longer smell like Kadi's funky ass.

However, that just means that her funk will be kept INSIDE the box from now on! Pooh! It's not fair that my lungs have to be eroded by concentrated kitten droppings when I decide to go take a poop of my own. Shit!!!