NaBloPoMo 2010, Day 10

I keep the litter box in a corner by the back door. Today, Timea rushed by me, hopped in the box, tinkled, then bounced out again on her way back to the living room to play. Apparently, she couldn't be bothered to bury it!

I suppose it's my own fault for picking fresh catnip for them. *shakes head*