- Jul 17, 2009
So I have a bad habit of laying in bed at night with my iPad and stylus. This morning I couldn't find the stylus, so I start pulling up the blankets to search for it. I swear there was about a half a cup of litter at the foot of the bed between the sheets. How the hell do they make it across the litter mat, the hardwood, two rugs, the stairs, and the carpet in the hall and bedroom with so much litter still in between their toes!!!?? Jeesh! I'm off to wash the sheets now.