So it was the middle of the morning, and louis had the day off, so I gave
him a call from work to see how he was doing and to remind him to give
Phoebe her meds, he was in the middle of cleaning out the ferret litter
boxes and laying down fresh newspaper and he sounded very frustrated...
that morning socks had wanted out of her cage rather early, (5a.m) and I
wouldn't let her, so she dumped her food and the bowl into the litter box,
so louis had quite the mess to clean up and to make matters worse ALL the
ferrets were climbing on him, the cage, just basically getting underfoot..I
just had to laugh..when I got home on the kitchen table was a poem that
Louis had jotted down, and I told him I was going to post it..
 
Litter boxes to the left of me
Litter boxes to the right
All I dream of is litter boxes
every stinking night.
 
I clean a litter box
then set it neatly down
and suddenly a poop appears
before I can turn around!
 
Louis
 
From June louis and the zoo
[Posted in FML issue 2737]