Its The Dreaded Night

Yes, Tuesday night is the bane of my existence.

Why?

Because its litter box night. A very unpleasant task, indeed and its made even more unpleasant by the fact that a few of my P Posse like to taunt me by standing vigil while I clean each box.

And do you know what they do as soon as one has been cleaned out?

They all scramble into it to take a wee or make a poo!

Little buggers!

They look so proud of themselves when they do it too.

If they weren't so damn cute...