Goldie moves his bowels with enviable regularity. He eats his moist food, he waits half an hour, he poops, he announces.
"Rawr Rawr RAWR," he says, and repeats, until someone gets up and cleans out his litter box.
There was one day I slept really hard (5 hours deep sleep out of seven) and did not clean out the box, then I was out gardening, and well, half a day went by and his box wasn't clean.
Later I went and checked his litter box. It was on its side; cat litter and ... ahhh ...debris dumped out of the floor.
I came out and looked at him.
He stared back, then turned his head, then a thought bubble floated out of his ear that said, "Yeah, I tossed it. I believe we had an agreement."
So now I have been schooled. Middle of the night, Gary feeds the cat, I hear the cat make the litter call, and I get up to clean out the litter box.
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