Today, thanks to the glorious loan of a car by my friend Annie, I will once again resume my status as a Petco Pal. As I write this, Dizzy snuggles up against my leg, as if to say "I know you're going to the wonderful place of treats, toys, and new litter boxes. Could you maybe bring me back a climbing tree thingie??"
The most exciting part about this, in case you missed it above, will be the NEW litter box. Because the one we've got ... well. Charlie and Dizzy moved in at the tender age of 8 weeks in early September of 2001, and the thing's been with us ever since that second week after we decided the cardboard box wasn't cutting it. Two and a half years later, it seems the little bit of plastic with lid we got earlier just isn't cutting it anymore, either.
Now, as we have before us the dizzying (no pun intended) array of styles, sizes, and self-cleaning capability (which we sadly can't afford), I'm just excited by the prospect of a litter box that will hold back the odour, and maybe even color-coordinate with my snazzy Litterlocker!
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