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Dear Ferret Folks-
What is wrong with my weasles? Why must they literally fight me tooth and
nail to protect the integrity of the litter box? From what? How could I
possibly make doo-doo any worse than it already is? You can't BREAK the
stuff, it's...already broken at the most fundamental level. It's not like
there won't ever be any MORE doo-doo once I've cleaned the old stuff up,
they HAVE the recipe...they can MAKE more...
Some people go around the house squeezing a rubber squeakie toy to make
their weasles come out of hiding. Me, I just have to let my SHADOW fall
across a litter box and they literally explode from their hidey-holes,
trailing fire and sparks in their wake like burning race cars, all to
protect their precious doo-doo.
What gives? Do these little piles of weasel by-products have some
esthetic quality that I am simply not spiritually evolved enough to
appreciate? Do they view the litter box as being like a triangular
version of one of those Japanese Zen gardens where they rake the sand
into elaborate patterns every morning? Does a full litter box represent
some sort of highly personal artistic statement, the preservation of
which merits biting the hand that feeds them?
Hmmm. It's a deep question. And I will consider it at length, once I've
emptied out all these *&^#@!: litter boxes.
Alexandra in Massachusetts
Switch the Kit: "Nobody understands my art. I am so alone."
Sabrina the Bat-Biter: "I, for one, appreciate the dynamic tension
inherent to your latest composition."
[Posted in FML issue 3723]
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