Litter Fu... and other Chaotic Elements of the Universe

Let's talk about Litter Fu, shall we? Let's ask the big questions here, like:

1. Why on Earth does the cat think litter is not just for going to the bathroom in, but for spritzing, for spewing about the appartment, for baths, walks around your head and for that little something that says "Hey, mom, I missed you today!"?
2. If I were to go to the end of the universe, would I be able to escape the litter that seems to stick to my feet in the middle of the night and make me cry out in pain, curse the very bones of my cat, and want to put the whole thing on the porch, despite the fact that it is -13 degrees outside?
3. In reality, IS litter made of Kryptonite for humans?

But seriously - We love our animals. If I had to go inside a box with litter, I too might go in and kick the heck out of litter while muttering curses under my tunafish breath as well. Gabby, who is in the picture with my profile, came to us out of the chaos of teenage desire for a pet. We told our nephew in no uncertain terms would we pay for the fixing, shots etc. He had to do that. We also posed the dilemma to him when he got her.

"If you can't keep up with her maintanance, and spend bonding time with her, are you prepared to let her go?" And then when he discovered that 17 is the year we all spend about 2% of our time with our family and 98% at school or out roaming the streets, he came to us and very responsibly said

"Yeah, I'm not ready for a cat, guys, though I love Gabby."

By then Gabby was about 3 months, fixed, given shots, etc. and she'd spent her 8 weeks with us curling up on Terri's lap and tucking herself under Terr's chin for afternoon naps. Yeah - we were'nt ready for the bonding that happend! She'll be with us 'til death do us part now.

And the last bit of chaos in all of this? I got sick of my headaches a few years back and went to get tested for allergies. I have two left over from childhood. Guess which two?

1. Dust
2. Cats

The allergist said, "so what are you going to do about your cats?"

And I said "Nuttin." They're like kids to us. So I'll suffer until either they die off or kill me! (Yes, Sammy our other cat, who is not present in pictures here yet, sleeps smack over my head, or under the covers next to me, usually.)

So the formula goes... dust... litter... litter dust... Kryptonite... yeah... I think they're definitely related!