My mother often snips little stories out of newspapers and magazines and posts them to me. She also used to send me photos of people I went to school with from the local paper, but I never had a clue who they were. Once she sent me a photo from the paper of one of my old boyfriends and when I opened it I could only wonder why she was sending me a photo of a middle aged balding man.
However today this arrived.
The kitty litter cupboard. She said over the years when she has seen it she has thought of my cats (all dead now) and wondered if they would use it.
I would have to say – I really don't think so. For one thing they were all housetrained and had a little cat door to get outside when they needed to. And the second thing was if they ever did find themselves locked in the house they used the bath. Which was disgusting, but easy to clean.
My favourite part of the kitty litter cabinet are the hand towels on top.
Must say the cat doesn't look very happy. I bet they opened the door and tossed him in, then waited for him to pop out.