January 27th 2008 10:59 am
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Late yesterday my mom noticed that I hadn't used my litterbox all day. And she knew I'd been drinking a lot of water during the day. And she knew she and my dad had been letting me go into the garage several times throughout the day yesterday. So she put two and two together and went looking in the garage this morning for puddles of wee.
She didn't find any. I knew she wouldn't, because there aren't any. But when my dad got back from the farmer's market, he knew just where to look.
I had been going in some big bags of sand my dad had in the garage. My mom had been looking for puddles on the floor, so of course she didn't find anything. I hadn't been going on the floor. My dad looked in his bags of sand and found a few damp patches and a couple of ookies (I tried to cover those up with some sand, but I guess I didn't do such a good job).
I don't think they're going to let me go into the garage anymore.
It's not like my litterbox is dirty. Far from it, it's always very clean. Sometimes it's a little too clean. Even the faint smell of bleach residue is a little too strong for me at times, and I just don't like going wee in there. My mom washes and rinses the box really well, but not all the bleach smell gets washed out and enough of it lingers to bother my nose. Plus, I'm used to going wee and ookies outside anyway. It's so much cleaner that way. A littlerbox is unnatural in many ways, no matter how clean people keep them.
I hope my mom can find a way to get rid of that bleach smell, because I just know I won't be able to get into the garage anymore.
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