I have a lot going for me in my life
I live in a house where I don't pay rent
I have two of my own personal drivers
Dinner is always prepared for me
I do chores of course, but that's not all bad
And by not all bad I mean the chores I have to do are part bad and part smelly
Specifically my parents make me clean the cat's litter box.
Honestly though, I don't know why me family makes me clean the litter.
The cat uses it way more than I do
My cat Maggie is probably the most sweet and tiny creature you've ever seen.
But the things she leaves behind in the litter box...
Man let's just say they aren't too cute
It's basically a crime scene
Bodily fluids on the walls
Substances of indeterminate nature covering the floor
Tell tale hair follicles stuck in said substances
And one disgruntled examiner
Just trying not to make matters worse but throwing up and adding to the chaos that lays before him
She probably weighs like what 6 pounds right?
How in the name of all that's holy
Can a six pound cat, every week make a litter box three times as big as herself
An environment that requires a hazmat suit and a determined attitude to clean up?
My goodness where in the world does she keep all that?
Also, I'd just like to point out that I do not get any respect for completing this endeavor.
I'm on my hands and knees
Scrubbing this cat's dried crap
When I realize she's been watching me this entire time
She's just sitting there just watching and waiting
Then when I'm done
Fresh litter glistening in the fluorescent light
My cat goes into the litter box
And I scream
-Quinn
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The Rants of Feverish Minds
PoetryWelcome to the minds of Quinn and Quill Love. Young students whose frantic and curious minds constantly wander to the land of possibles and Questions. My hope is that by reading these poems, you begin to understand who they are and where they are co...
