Here Kitty Kitty...Litter

It occurred to me that, in three years time, I have never changed the cat litter box until after Logan was already in bed.  This fact was brought to my attention when I suddenly found Logan at my elbow.  He was staring at me wearing an expression of mingled disgust and awe.

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

"I'm changing the cat litter."

"Why don't you put it over there?"  he asked pointing at the carpet in the middle of the hallway.

"I think it would be better if I put it in the garbage, not mention that your mother would not be happy if I put it over there."

"That's where he pees!" he exclaimed, in a manner clearly meant to convey my stupidity.  Obviously I had failed to grasp the true nature of the task at hand and was blissfully unaware of what I was scooping.

Noted.

"It's yucky."

Dually noted.

"He's going to poop again."

Don't I know it!  Unfortunately, that's not the kind of job security that makes me sleep soundly at night.

"It's yucky," he repeated and then left the room.

Again, dually noted.  Thanks for your help.

- 6 November 2011