The other day Crappy Papa was heading to the market for a few things and asked if he was forgetting anything.
Crappy Baby says:
“We don’t get that at the market, sweetie. Do we need glitter?”
Ah, cat litter!
I really hope he imagines it like this:
Because that is just beautiful.
I want a cat that poops on glitter.
Wait. A cat that poops on glitter is probably pretty snobby. Probably has a diamond collar and eats pâté out of Baccarat crystal dishes. He sounds expensive.
Also, glitter would be all over my house even more than it already is due to the project that I just did that I’ll tell you about later. Maybe after I change the cat glitter.*
*I don’t actually change the cat glitter. Crappy Papa does. He took over the litter job while I was on pregnancy leave and I never returned to work.