We've finally sold our house and bought another one. The torture of keeping my house spotless and pretending like I have no pets is almost over. We're moving at the end of July and I'm really looking forward to getting back to normal - whatever-the-hell-that is.
I was walking my dog "Maggie" tonight and had a moment of complete anxiety. Where will I put all the litterboxes? Seriously, our current house has perfect hiding spots for litterboxes - the kind that all cats (except for Pee-Pee Ozzy) seem to really like.
The new house...where? where? WHERE will I put the litterboxes? Mentally, I walked through the house and each time come up blank. I'm meeting the realtor on Tuesday morning for a home inspection. I bet I don't even pay attention to the inspector - I'll be looking for key litterbox locations. I can see it now:
Inspector: Mrs. Turner, this house is in violation of many fire codes and we anticipate it will self destruct in T-Minus 12 months.
Me: Oooo! Here's a spot near the laundry room for a litterbox! We can have a Cat Den built in the back yard around *this* tree.....
David is out of town (where else would a husband be during key life decisions?), so I'm on my own. Is it possible that I bought a house where there is NO decent place to put litterboxes?? Holy crap...am I going to have to build a frickin' room so the cats have a quiet place to poop?
It even occurred to me that there isn't a decent counter to put all the cat food bowls! I can't put them on the floor, because the dog eats the cat food and gets diarrhea. Wilbur can't eat on the same counter as Butters, because Butters has food dominance issues...and...
Where the hell is my husband when I need him? Who does he think he is to go off and earn a living so we can buy a new house that has no place for the cats to poop???