The twin towers of despair. The two canisters of trouble. The portals to evil. The boxes of doom.I thought I would write about the task I dislike the most. Somehow even though my cats adore my husband, and save all their cute stuff for him; because they are mine and I brought them into the marriage, the litter box is mine as well. Does this seem fair? All I get is some shedding fur on my sweater, he gets the snuggles. I object to this.
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I am actually a 'cat' person, but they can be tempermental, freaky litle things.
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