11 April 2005
The dumb cat (I exaggerate not at all!) was adopted into the house to my regret, and the regret of my sinuses, by Mrs. Chief, who rescued it from the world of "barn cats" when as a kitten it got stuck in the opening of a concrete block! Having thereby proved it's limited ability to survive in the wilds of our farm's outbuildings, it entered the welfare state of house-catdom. Having little choice in the matter, the Chief acquiesced, but with the STRICT and UNBREAKABLE rule that the care of the poop-box was NOT something that I would ever do!
Anyway, over the past few years, I have observed cathead enough to definitely relate to Rachel's somewhat jaundiced analysis. I usually don't go wandering off into this sort of "soft" commentary, but somehow this tripped my trigger I guess. Oh well.