except maybe not bright pink
Enter the cat.
Pippin, who has called out house his home for almost a month now, is a real sweetie. He lets the kids pull his ears, put him in laundry baskets, pile pillows on top of him, and tickle his paws. He's a stellar cuddler. He's an all-around good cat except in one little area: he can't seem to be able to tell the difference between a storage basket full of scarves and a litter box.
Oh, also, I have a bad habit of leaving clean laundry piled in the hallway outside the kids' rooms when they are napping with the intention of putting it away when they wake up. Which I almost never do, so I just choose an outfit from the pile when it is time to get the little ones dressed. Until the day I dressed CJ and couldn't figure out where the cat pee smell was coming from.
Don't worry, I did eventually figure it out. But not before CJ rolled all over my bed. Curses.
Anyway, I am hoping that Pippin will eventually learn that the litter box is the box with kitty litter in it, and not the one full of little hats.
I mean, it's just because he's young, right? He'll figure it out, right? JUST SAY RIGHT. Because I'm having trouble keeping up with all the laundry, and I don't want to be that house that smells like a cat urinal.
The silver lining is that I don't leave laundry in the hallway any more.
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