Kitty Litter.

Ohhhh, I love my house. So big with so many places to hide and to explore. I was home most of the day alone, so I took this time to smell and explore all that I could. Of course, I rubbed my scent onto everything! Even that brownish gray cat statue! To be honest, I really enjoyed that! I have a nice bathroom. The humans call it a 'litter box'. All I know is that I have plenty of room to do my business. With no wind, no pesky bugs, no chirping birds .... all alone and I can take all the time I want to. Now humans do not have litter boxes. That have bathrooms too, but they call their litter box the toilet. A silly word. Toilet. It has nothing to do with toys. Well, the humans sit on their litter box (I think toilet is a silly word so I refuse to use it). Sometimes they look around the room. Sometimes they peek out of the window. And sometimes they read. Can you belive that??? Read!!!! Especially one of the humans. He reads and reads and reads. Even does crossword puzzles. What a nut! I just want to do my business and leave. I mean, who wants to read while doing their business. The only thing I find interesting about their litter box, is that when the business is done, they push a handle and WHOOSH!. Nice and clean. And I have to dig a hole! Now isn't that just lovely! Who wants to dig a hole and do your business then bury it!! I swear, I am going to learn how to use the human's litter box. I would like that. When I feel braver I will give it a try. I've jumped up and looked where they sit. Water. Looks deep. Don't want to fall in. I wouldn't be able to get out - and how embarrassing would that be - the humans coming home and finding me soaking wet, stuck inside their litter box. I have to give this some thought. There has to be a way. But until then, it's dig and bury. Dig and bury.