Bodily Functions

Lately, I have been obsessed my bodily functions. Even scarier, functions other than my own.

It started simply enough. I bought a new litter box for my cat. I was tired of changing the box once a week, spending $20 every two weeks for litter, having to remember whether or not I had enough to change the box (and I wasn't always right).

So I stopped one night and picked up one of the automated litter boxes. The boxes that clean themselves. I didn't get home until late that night and I was only able to get the monstrosity out of the packaging before falling into bed.

The next night, I started to put it together, but it was Friday night and my determination only lasted for about 15 minutes.

Bright and early Saturday morning, I was on a mission. I had everything I needed or so I thought. I was missing the AC adapter. It was in the styrofoam packing that I was so proud of having tossed out earlier.

I did have batteries, but I would be exchanging the weekly replacement of kitty litter with double AA batteries. Not what I wanted.

Sunday morning, after yoga class, I ran to Home Depot and with the help of a friendly staffer found a generic AC adapter. I eagerly attached the adapter and plugged in the cord, the green light was so beautiful.

Everything was done! I was ready to toss out the old litter box. There was just one problem, the cat didn't like the new litter box.

I had been hesitant to toss out the old one immediately and simply placed the two boxes side by side. The cat steadfastly used the old litter box. I cut down the amount of litter and he still used the old box. Finally, I removed all of the litter and left him no choice.

So for more than a week, I watched the bodily functions of my cat. When he went to the litter box, what he did. He has finally accepted the new litter box. How do I know this?

When he comes in from outside, the litter box is on his list of stops. First, a quick snack, then a few sips of water and then... the litter box.