the new scion xBs are even stranger looking than the original model

after a three-hour carshare bonanza this morning, during which i made an appearance at not one but two safeways, i acquired a second litterbox. this is because the internet told me that the reason there are "accidents" (although as a potty-training professional i can tell you, cat shit in the bathtub is not an accident, it is a statement) is that the three fuzzy residents of this shoebox i call an apartment don't care to share. i myself don't particularly care for sharing a bathroom either but my social standards are somewhat different from theirs. so now there is a litterbox in the living room as well. it sounds distasteful until you remember two very important facts: 1) no carpet and 2) they hang out in there way more than i do.

i spent a good ten minutes in petco's cat treat and cat toy aisle before i began to get the sinking feeling that i was becoming a crazy cat lady about 50 years too early. so i just hauled the box and a giant bucket of refillable litter to the counter without buying 3 roll-a-treats. which they didn't have anyway. more neon feathers and mouse-shaped objects than you can shake a stick at, but if you did shake a stick at them your cat would probably care more about the stick than the $5.99 wad of fleece dusted with catnip that will end up behind your couch in 48 hours or less.