you see that? that was once a perfectly wunnerful outdoor litter box.
Sure, they used some Fancypants French word for it, like “le sand box,” and it was used pretty regularly by Childrens, but they grew up and quickly found that a sand box was not place to bring a laptop. But it was, for all intents and purposes, a totally awesome litter box.
The only decent amenity this establishment ever had to offer, as far as I was concerned.
But do they ASK the opinion of their loyal clientele? Was a focus group ever convened? Did they spend a dime on Kitteh-centric marketing? Non, non et non. They just plowed on thru wif shovels and buckets and leafy plants and rocky rocks, and before you know it – Zen Garden Path with Bamboo and Stone Lantern. It’s like they paved paradise and put up a Shinto Shrine.
The sublime tranquility of it all is just killing me.
Still, I soldier on.
There are fings to chew on.
Double top secret places to hide. Freshly unearthed and terribly confused moles to corral. Birdies making pit-stops for worms. Stuffs to keep me busy.
But, now, if you’ll excuse me, I have “business” to attend to. That box in the basement, the one marked “Important Papers,” – should do in a pinch – at least until construction resumes on my “Latrine du Chat en Plein Air.” I’ll let you know when the ribbon cutting ceremony begins.