Last night, as I was playing with a catnip toy on the floor in our living room, one of the Guardians came to the doorway. After looking into the room for a few seconds, he said, “What’s up with the kitty queue guys? Is this the line for the litter box?”, and then he turned and walked away.
The Guardian knows full well that there is a litter box on every floor of the house, but none of them are in the living room. We have had them in the living room in the past, like when I was having trouble with a nasty bathroom demon. But now our living room is a strict no potty-ing zone. Oh well, I guess it was probably just one of those weird human things that isn’t meant for a kitty to understand, like bathing with water instead of your tongue… or wiping with potty paper instead of your tongue. Humans are so weird.
So Sayeth Otis