The other day, Rick and I were discussing the fact that Weezie needed a new litter box. Rick said he would take care of it. I knew he would, because he likes to shop for the cat. So yesterday, I came home from work, and Rick said, "I got the litter box, go look at it!"I peeked into the little laundry "room" where we keep the litter box, and behold, there was the biggest, shiny, silver litter box I'd ever seen! Five cats could fit comfortably into that box.
Here's the thing...I wasn't surprised that Rick went to the store and came home with the largest, most impressive looking litter box. It's like a Tim Taylor, Home Improvement sort of thing.
The litter box is not an isolated incident. Rick will, 99 percent of the time, buy the most impressive looking thing at the store. It's okay though. Gotta love him! I know Weezie appreciates it.
1 comment:
Wow! I am very impressed with the super-cool litter box. Does Weezie waste time in the "bathroom" now, reading or something? Way to spoil the cute kitty, Rick. :-)
Midwest Mom
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