Woah! Roscoe

That’s honest advertising for you.

I think that’s the problem these days with advertising, they’re not particularly up front. We’ve got age defying skin creams and gadgets to solve all your problems in one hit and odour-killing kitty litter. Now that stuff, that kitty litter, seriously fails.

You see, since we’ve moved house just last weekend we’ve had to keep the kitties indoors for a week to get them settled and make sure they don’t run away back to the old house, or to the circus, or the catnip section of the pet shop or whatever. But the logistics of keeping them in is not enjoyable.

I planned ahead and bought kitty litter and a tray. As I was standing there in the pet shop staring at all the different kinds of kitty litter I was baffled, I didn’t know what to do, I’d never bought any before so ADVERTISING took charge. I ended up buying the more expensive kitty litter, it told me how clean it was, how lovely it was and most of all how odour free it would be. Well what a load of crap that was. (hehehe puns!)

Problems started on the first day, I opened up the bag and the stuff looked like little whitey-translucent rocks. Okay that’s fine. That should do the trick. Pop it in the tray and leave it there for the kitties to get familiar with. The first thing that happens, Ginga eats a rock. He EATS it. Why the hell….what the hell… why would you make kitty litter that kitties want to eat?! The strangest part is, he’s not a kitty who will eat all that much. He’ll sniff everything and then decide to leave it be. He won’t even eat chicken for gods sake. But he’ll go for a rock of kitty litter. Bizarre.

So he spent a few minutes suffering the consequences, it was not nice. I did not approve. But I was comforted knowing he probably wouldn’t do it again and hopefully he understands now that it’s not food. Instead of just warning the other kitties not to eat it though, he warned them to stay FAR FAR away. They wouldn’t touch the stuff. You’d put them near it and they’d run off.

I had to add dirt and newspaper and stuff for them to understand it was their bathroom and they still hated it. And it stinks. It really stinks. I’m surprised the flatmates haven’t turned me and my kitties out on the street.

Good news though, tomorrow the kitties can go outside, it’s been a week, I’ve had enough. No more stinkies inside. No more crashes and bangs and rowdy cat fights in the hall way at night. The time has come. Only one more night to get through and then it’s allllllllllll over rover. What a relief.

Sorry to share that story with you, I just really had to get it off my chest.

In other news, I’ve been trying to find some decent music I can play at work, quietly and sneakily under my desk. I’ve been playing Andy McKee (the awesomest guitarest – youtube him now) for the past like 6 months or something ridiculous and while I’m not at all sick of it, I think it’s time for a change. Sadly, my CD collection is not delivering. I found a Yo-yo Ma and Bobby McFerrin CD which is very cool but just not quite the right vibe for the office. It needs to be chilled and positive, not a vocal rendition of flight of the bumblebee (as cool as that is).

Any help with that would be fabulously appreciated!