Mars News
So we bought a self-cleaning litterbox for Mars for $130. See, we're going to leave him with my parents for 9 months because Hasting's housing doesn't allow animals. After the lease is up, we'll move off campus to a place that allows kitties. We could've left him with Tiff's parents but they have a rottweiler that is somehow both the largest, most aggressive And stupidest rottweiler manifestation possible (from a Platonic rottweiler form). Not only this, Tiff's parents are too laid back to rigorously enforce the animals' eternal separation.
And my parents would be fine with a regular old litterbox as long as my dad was around to clean it. My dad's like a druid from D&D who has no capacity for human interaction but can call a bluejay to his finger. Anyway, my dad is going to Alaska for 3 weeks immediately after we leave so he can hunt, fish, and commune with the grizzlies. Hence the self-cleaning litterbox, bought by special request from my mom.
It's pretty sweet but not worth the price, IMHO. It's more hilarious than sweet. It really freaks Mars out when he poos and a robotic rake pops out and sweeps said poo into an "ionized waste receptacle." He gets all bug-eyed like "I wouldn't in my wildest fantasies have conceived a poo-bot."
In other Mars news we bought a laser pointer to work him out. This is possibly the best purchase we've ever made. Not only does he go bananas over the enigmatic red bug, but it takes about 1/100th the effort of sprinting around the house with a string.
I think our parents are a little puzzled over the big shazaam we're making over this cat, but they don't understand that Mars is our SON. And he's not just any old son, he's very sensitive and has special needs. What if he wants to play but no one's home? WHAT IF?
And my parents would be fine with a regular old litterbox as long as my dad was around to clean it. My dad's like a druid from D&D who has no capacity for human interaction but can call a bluejay to his finger. Anyway, my dad is going to Alaska for 3 weeks immediately after we leave so he can hunt, fish, and commune with the grizzlies. Hence the self-cleaning litterbox, bought by special request from my mom.
It's pretty sweet but not worth the price, IMHO. It's more hilarious than sweet. It really freaks Mars out when he poos and a robotic rake pops out and sweeps said poo into an "ionized waste receptacle." He gets all bug-eyed like "I wouldn't in my wildest fantasies have conceived a poo-bot."
In other Mars news we bought a laser pointer to work him out. This is possibly the best purchase we've ever made. Not only does he go bananas over the enigmatic red bug, but it takes about 1/100th the effort of sprinting around the house with a string.
I think our parents are a little puzzled over the big shazaam we're making over this cat, but they don't understand that Mars is our SON. And he's not just any old son, he's very sensitive and has special needs. What if he wants to play but no one's home? WHAT IF?