Last night whilst I was fast asleep I wast awoken suddenly by the sound of little scritches, little scratches, then the ripping and tearing of a tough shelled bag. 'Tis only the old rice bag I left out for my kitties to play with, I mumble, and nothing more. Then I fellest back into sleep. In the morning I awoken with the sunrise and tredged slowly, carefully to the bathroom. I steppest in the bathroom and what do I feel but lots of tiny rocks astabbing, asticking to my poor tender feet. What is this? I wonder, for there are far more rocks than usual. I turnst on the lights and what do I find, but the bag of kitty litter plundered and ransacked and spewing kitty litter all over the floor.
Why is this? I wonder. Do they think their litter needs replacing? Might they have thought that was food in the bag? Do I feed them so meagerly that they must resort to eating their litter?
Why is this? I wonder. Do they think their litter needs replacing? Might they have thought that was food in the bag? Do I feed them so meagerly that they must resort to eating their litter?