Wendell the Guinea Pig

Purina sent me a beautiful Tidy Cats Breeze litter box system after I expressed interest on another person's blog. I basically stated that my cat is not picky when it comes to litter, and I'd be happy to have him try it. Only instead of saying it tactfully like that, I think I said something like, "Give me one of those! My cat will poop in anything!" The system is pretty and green and instead of traditional litter, it uses pellets that are shaped like those crumbs on top of Entenmann's Crumb Donuts, which, by the way, I have eaten complete boxes of at one sitting in the salad days of my binge-eating years, during which I ate very little salad. I do not anticipate eating the pellets. I do, however, wonder how many Weight Watchers points they are worth.

I didn't get a chance to set up the box till this past weekend, but I'm optimistic he will use it. . . he's already sniffed around and stood in it, and seems to instinctively know what it's for. And the great thing is, I have an excuse not to clean his litter box! (You're supposed to let it get all funky so he won't want to use it.) If he does use the new box, it will be fabulous for me, since I live in a small apartment and Wendell is constantly tracking litter all over the floor. He's like the husband who never picks up his towel after he showers. . . or so I've heard. I'm not all that in-tune with the lifestyle of same-species co-habitation.

This weekend, I hope to post pictures. . . and maybe a video of him using it. I know you are all quivering with anticipation at the prospect of watching my cat poop. I hear that after The Dark Knight, it's the number-two selling ticket on Fandango.

For the time being, though, enjoy this picture of a non-cat named Sam. She is my friend T.'s puppy, and she is very cute and cuddly and most definitely not litter-box trained.