Chores weren’t exactly a treasured part of childhood, but some were more despised than others. Dusting – not a fan. Cleaning bathrooms – not so much. But cleaning out the litter box? Now that was a particularly unpleasant job. It was stinky. And messy. And kind of gross. It was the penance we served for having Cat running about, but he was worth it. Mostly. More now that I’m a grownup looking back than as a nine-year-old pinching her nose.
So imagine my surprise to find that science had worked it’s magic on kitty litter over these last thirty years or so. I’m not sure why I thought time stood still but for some reason it never occurred to me that there might be a noticeable difference in Mia’s litter box – I mean, cat litter is cat litter. It sits in the box so your cat can pee or poop, what more is there to say than that?
Turns out a whole heck of a lot.
When we launched our Mia adventure I did a lot of research – what’s a good diet, feeding schedules, introducing cats to dogs, and yes, choosing a kitty litter. I’m old. I’m picky. Cat litter used to just be something to catch cat discards, but now? Now I have a vested interest in finding a litter that makes a creature using the bathroom inside our home slightly less…gross.
A girl can dream.
So after extensive research (God bless Google) I found a brand that claimed to be hypoallergenic, non-tracking, nearly dust free, clumping litter with superior odor control. Yeah, right, and then unicorns farting rainbows prance through the house. Except then the cat litter went and delivered. Except the unicorns. Still no unicorns. But this stuff really does bring the magic.
Yeah, okay, I’ll spill. It’s Dr. Elsey’s Ultra Premium Clumping Cat Litter. (You good folks at D.E.U.P.C.C.L. should feel free to shoot a couple coupons my way if you’re so inclined.)
There’s a tradeoff for the magic, though. This litter somehow defies the laws of science – a forty pound bag packs a density weighing something more like sixty pounds of dead weight which makes lugging it from your car trunk into the garage an experience eerily similar to hauling your blitzed college roommate off the corner of your comforter. Except now I’m old and can throw my back out doing this kind of sh*t. The density somehow increases, too, when cat pee hits this stuff. The granules clump together and a clay component suctions it all together until you’ve got a rock hard sphere that could put somebody’s eye out if hurled at just the right angle.
Still, all in all, it’s not out of the realm to use adjectives like magical and miraculous to describe this stuff.
And for any new readers who happened by today: Welcome to my forties. I’m excited about cat litter now.
Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “the last piece of mail you received.” Talk about the subject of the last piece of physical mail you received, i.e. a gas bill – talk about gas, not the bill itself. Have fun!”
My life is sort of in balance. My age, waist size and IQ are roughly the same. The self cleaning litter tray is the holy grail. Having said that. I suspect such an invention would work perfectly until the cat is let loose on it. We have years on this left. Lovely.
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I can’t seem to make myself try those self-cleaning boxes. They seem just a little too good to be true, & knowing my luck I’d be the person who has one explode in her house. 😆
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Well that was anything but boring 💜💜
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It went much easier once I settled on the topic (though choosing the package with litter I’d just received may have stretched “mail” a bit).
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Stretch or not you fulfilled the challenge and you made it entertaining… Unlike mine which is just plain mundane. 🤭
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You know what I love about SoCS? There’s always next week’s post to redeem ourselves. 😉
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Yes thank goodness for that ! 🤭🤭
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I don’t have a cat, but I do get excited about doggie poop. After Cody’s digestive problems, I’m always so pleased when everything looks normal – and is outside, rather than inside.
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PS – At 40(ish), you’re still a baby compared to me.
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So very funny, and so very true. The hubby’s mom asked me once about the dog’s poop – think it was after she’d been sick for a while – and it totally reminded me of when the kids were little and she’d check on their bathroom habits!!
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Cat litter in 40s. Can’t remember what it was in my 50s. The memory goes, you know. Now that I’m 60 I get excited about organizational items (for now). Now, I could also get fairly excited about hurling rock-hard cat-pee balls at a few, certain people. … as if (Btw, a good cat litter could make a world of difference if you ever have to use the litter box yourself, due to an emergency and a bad plumbing situation. Or so I might think. I have nothing to go on for that. Nope. Move along.)
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And that gives a whole new meaning to the phrase indoor plumbing!! Or busy parties when you just can’t find an open bathroom to save your life… 😆😆
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Ok, that just brought forth images of being at a party and skulking off to use the litter box in the hosts’ laundry room, because (as you say) there’s no open bathroom, and then being caught in the act. 🙂
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Bwahahahaha!!
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I totally relate to this, as I adopted a cat a week or so ago. The way the litter clumps into those odorless spheres that are simple to scoop out is simply amazing. The last time I had a cat was over 20 years ago.
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And the litter box thing is like night and day, right?? Amazing stuff, this applicable science thing…
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Oh, and congrats on the new furry friend!!
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We use Nature’s Miracle Premium Clumping Corn Cob Litter and we love it. So does our cat.
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You know, I hear they can be picky about their litter. I’m just grateful ours liked the one I chose because I truly can’t imagine having to toss a bag because she wouldn’t pee in it!
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LOL! Now that you mention it, cat litter discoveries were part of my 40’s too. Cleaning and dust are still part of the 50’s, sorry to say that you’ve got that to look forward to. But I don’t want to burst your bubble of discovering scoopable litter. It is pretty darn awesome for cat lovers, that’s for damn sure!
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So glad I’ve got cat lovers who get this because I know all my dog people are like “WHAT are you going on about, Laura?” 😆
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LOL – I totally get the litter thrills. I wish my dog, who is smaller than the cats would use the litter box too, it would make taking time away much easier for all! 😉
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The point where the yowling in the middle of the night leads to a scene near the litter box in the mining, makes me question the value. But, they always win.
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Yes. Much like royalty lauding their power over the kingdom… 🙄
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Pretty much how they see things.
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I admire your honesty and feel closer than ever to you now that I know where you stand on kitty litter, quality of said. I think you’re rocking your 40s. What more could there be?
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This was a bit of a spill your guts post. I mean, D.E.U.P.C.C.L. is a wee bit pricey and not everyone thinks it makes sense to drop money into litter but I REALLY hate having my house smell like cat pee.
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so funny how perspective changes with time )
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True that. I wonder what mine will be in another 10 years…
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You’re still young. It’s the sixties when you start to feel your age.
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That’s an interesting thought seeing as I feel every inch of this 48. 😆
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I used to think that at your age. But now at 57, I feel better. I don’t know why but maybe it is because of my husband who is five years my senior and is always telling me not to think myself old. 😎
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Now there’s a good man! 😉
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He is!
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