One Scoop or Two?

Either I forgot to clean out the cat's litter box last night, or those little poo and pee machines had an especially busy day in there. When I opened it up, there were pee clumps on top of pee clumps, topped off with a few piles of poop, and it required the heavy duty equipment to do the job tonight. It's on my list of must do items, and I try very hard to make sure that the cat box is scooped out every evening whether it needs it or not. I have yet to find that it really doesn't need it, although if I have had a few drinks it will look less full than not. Just for the record, I was not drinking last night, yet I don't remember if I cleaned the thing out or not.

Lately the little beasts have been making more of a mess than usual. I keep finding cat upchuck, and hairballs everywhere, and that, on top of the huge balls of cat and dog fur rolling across the living room floor like tumbleweeds, has kept me busy. The problem is that Mark doesn't ever do animal clean up. At just the slightest hint of animal mess, Mark starts gagging and threatening to puke, and I don't need even more to clean up. So I am the one who comes along after the cats and dog have messed in the house, and with the help of my handy roll of paper towels, scoop, and broom, I clean it up. I cannot complain too much though. When I was a kid it was my mom who followed little Alan and his ten siblings around, cleaning up after us. She didn't have a cat box to clean up though. No, she had something worse, little Alan's bed. At least I didn't poop in it.