The Litter's In Its Box and All's Right With The World

I just got home from Wal Mart with two sixteen pound (each) cartons of litter and one has found a new home in the downstairs litter box. Ahhhh...the sound of real litter pouring in - ending (hopefully) my nightmares of rebellious cats pronouncing their distaste for paper scraps and wood chips. I'm sure it won't be long before Braeya is frolicking in the box which she sometimes feels is her own personal sandbox meant solely for pleasure. In fact, Braeya thinks most things in this house were put here just for her. I'll have to come back to that sometime later and explain it more.

But as I lugged the two cartons of litter out of the Wal-Mart, I discovered that my car seemed to be parked a greater distance away than when I came in...and the faster I walked, the heavier those two suckers felt! So when I got home, I checked out how much they weighed and realized that if I would lose 32 pounds...it would be the same as two cartons of litter that I would not be lugging around every day. It's like when Oprah pulled the red wagon of fat out onto her stage. Weird how 32 pounds seems so abstract until you pick up 32 pounds and realize that would be what you would lose.

This is the only thought I am currently capable of producing - it's been a long day filled with strange questions and a marathon of paperwork. So until I can come up with something more thought provoking - or at least normal - I will stop typing.