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Mar. 10th, 2005 09:52 amThis time it's all about the kitty poop.
There were the days of reused grocery bags and large quantities of stinky crud carried through the house; of reluctance to clean the box every day because the idea of conducting daily, smelly Clump Bag Parades was positively revolting. Oh yes, I remember them well.
But now, see, I have a kind of NORAD for poo sitting quietly beside the box in the basement, biding its odorless time, cleanly and patiently waiting for the moment it will be next called into action; its lid tipped open, its mouth filled, and its handle turned to create a new, empty mouth. My hands are clean and so is the litter box.
Behold Petmate's Litter Locker Plus. The path that diapers trod now leads the way for puddy poo to follow.
I'm almost in tears. Of joy. Tears of joy.
There were the days of reused grocery bags and large quantities of stinky crud carried through the house; of reluctance to clean the box every day because the idea of conducting daily, smelly Clump Bag Parades was positively revolting. Oh yes, I remember them well.
But now, see, I have a kind of NORAD for poo sitting quietly beside the box in the basement, biding its odorless time, cleanly and patiently waiting for the moment it will be next called into action; its lid tipped open, its mouth filled, and its handle turned to create a new, empty mouth. My hands are clean and so is the litter box.
Behold Petmate's Litter Locker Plus. The path that diapers trod now leads the way for puddy poo to follow.
I'm almost in tears. Of joy. Tears of joy.
