I had a cat growing up.
Actually I had two. Abby (who hated everyone) and Rambo (who hated Abby). It was great fun.
Anyway, we had one of those covered litter boxes that looks kind of like a dog kennel.
Nothing. Like. This. After all – we were normal people.
Well, pretty normal anyway – current state of mind not considered.
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