Related: Hello, Ft. Lauderdale!
gypsy definitely wants a robot litter box - i got one for my parents like 8 years ago and that thing is still scoopin’ poop on the regular. i think their cat would be seriously offended if she ever encountered a non-pristine litter box.
Yes. Gypsy is very particular about her litter box as well. She has a specific meow that means “I just pooped. Please do something about that.”
That one’s for me.
I honestly could not care less right now about bridal showers and all that, but I think we should have a KITTEN SHOWER. We’ll register Gypsy at PetSmart and ABC Pet Supply (her former home, pretty much guaranteeing our business for life) and we’ll put a birth announcement in Cat Fancy…
(This is my frame of mind: people ask me about the wedding plans and my answer is MY CAT IS PREGNANT DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT WEDDING DETAILS.)
(ALSO KITTENS ARE SO MUCH MORE FUN TO DISCUSS.)
(I DON’T KNOW WHY I AM YELLING NOW.)
I WANT GYPSY WANTS ONE OF THOSE ROBOT LITTER BOXES.)
The one thing about fall I dislike.
Though I do like the quiet.
In about an hour our street will be filled with preternaturally loud pre-teens stopping into Bagel World to buy chips and candy and gum instead of normal breakfast food.
(I wonder if I would’ve done the same at that age. If putting down the same amount of money for chips and a Coke on a bagel with cream cheese would signify a willingness to embrace maturity and hence be “uncool” in the eyes of the other kids.)
For right now, I’m enjoying sitting at my desk with my coffee, looking out my office window, watching the sky lighten as the sun rises off to my left, out of range.
Me: [Logically sound argument for why taking the F train from here makes no sense.]
Dan: Listen to you, you sound like a New Yorker.
Me: I am a New Yorker, motherfucker.