Mr. Grabby Fingers decided it might be a good idea to visit da cat rooms on Friday, and of course da kittehs saw him coming a mile away. Mesa
, da dashing year-old fellow, observed his arrival with great interest. He paced and cried for attention.
All da Cat Room 2 kittehs (as well as da Sneeze Room kittehs) have shredded newspaper for der stainless steel litter pans. Dis makes it easier for da kennel caretakers to clean da kitter pans, although a lot of kittehs prefer da corncob litter.
Mesa handled his litter pan pretty well, and did not scatter his shreddies, but Mr. Grabby Fingers, always too clever for his own good, saw dat Mesa had gone Number One in da pan, and so he decided to change it. He thought (and thinking is what always gets dese foolish hoomins into trouble) dat he could fold up some newspapers and put dem on da bottom of da pan, den pour some corncob litter on da top. So dat is what he did, and he put da litter pan back in Mesa's cage.
Mesa definitely took an intense interest in da corncob litter, and began pawing it furiously. He hooked da paper with his razor-sharp clawsies, and began pulling it out of da pan. Da corncob litter on top began scattering wildly, across his cage quilt, in his food dish, in his water dish, as da grabby guy looked on in dismay.
So Mr. Grabby Fingers opened da cage back up and removed da litter pan again. He put Mesa on da countertop, and watching da frisky fellow with one foolish hoomin eye, took out da food bowl and da water bowl, and rolled up da cage quilt and da layer of newspapers underneath. Den he cleaned da dishes, shook out da cage quilt, and put dem back in da cage. Dis time, he thought better of putting da newspaper on da bottom of the litter pan, and poured in da corncob litter only. He put Mesa back in da cage and observed.
Mesa, however, was just as excited with da fresh corncob litter, and began frantically slinging it in all directions of his cage. Finally, when every surface and dish in his cage were nicely dusted with a fine layer of corncob litter, he hopped in da pan and made a substantial poop deposit.
Mesa turned around to devote his attention to his handiwork, but Mr. Grabby Fingers did not care to see what might happen next, and quickly removed da litter pan and discarded da poop. He took out da food bowls, and rolled up da cage quilt with one hand while keeping Mesa occupied in da cage with da other hand. He once again cleaned da food bowls, shook out da cage quilt, and put everything back in da cage.
Mesa was pleased enough by den, but didn't much care to have his cage door closed, and engaged Mr. Grabby Fingers in pawsie-to-hand combat when he tried to close da door. Finally, da door was closed and latched, leaving Mesa to wonder what on earth dat grabby guy was doing here in da first place.
As for Mr. Grabby Fingers, he decided dat maybe da notion of folded newspapers under da litter was a thought too far, and resolved to think fewer foolish hoomin thoughts in da future.