In Arm & Hammer We Trust
Rod and I have three cats. We used to have four, but we sent Jubilee down to live at my parents farm last Christmas. Still, having three means that litter, food, and feline care are continually fascinating topics of conversation for us here in Brooklyn.
Last month before our trip down to Charlottesville for the Foundation For Cancer Research & Education board meeting we realized we didn't have enough Arm & Hammer specially formulated for multiple cat households (we're a demographic!) and so ran down to the Bodega on the corner of Henry & Atlantic to get a giant bag of Tidy Cats.
Boy was that dumb.
Because this stupid litter has no clumping ability and tracks everywhere so every time one of my long-haired feline babies climbs out of the box they spill the stuff everywhere.
So this morning, at Tazza, over coffee witness the following exchange:
Him: That litter sucks.
Me: I had to vacuum four times yesterday.
Him: Well, now we know better. We'll never buy anything but Arm & Hammer again.
Me: [Nodding but more interested in my Chai latte than the cats]
Rod: The thing is I think the Arm & Hammer clumps even look kind of pretty. They're perfectly round with a little indentation on the top... [Staring wistfully into his coffee.]
Me: You realize that's just hardened pee...
And that right there is one of the reasons I'm the luckiest woman in the world: I've got a husband who can find pleasure in the smallest things and beauty in the strangest places.
Rod and I have three cats. We used to have four, but we sent Jubilee down to live at my parents farm last Christmas. Still, having three means that litter, food, and feline care are continually fascinating topics of conversation for us here in Brooklyn.
Last month before our trip down to Charlottesville for the Foundation For Cancer Research & Education board meeting we realized we didn't have enough Arm & Hammer specially formulated for multiple cat households (we're a demographic!) and so ran down to the Bodega on the corner of Henry & Atlantic to get a giant bag of Tidy Cats.
Boy was that dumb.
Because this stupid litter has no clumping ability and tracks everywhere so every time one of my long-haired feline babies climbs out of the box they spill the stuff everywhere.
So this morning, at Tazza, over coffee witness the following exchange:
Him: That litter sucks.
Me: I had to vacuum four times yesterday.
Him: Well, now we know better. We'll never buy anything but Arm & Hammer again.
Me: [Nodding but more interested in my Chai latte than the cats]
Rod: The thing is I think the Arm & Hammer clumps even look kind of pretty. They're perfectly round with a little indentation on the top... [Staring wistfully into his coffee.]
Me: You realize that's just hardened pee...
And that right there is one of the reasons I'm the luckiest woman in the world: I've got a husband who can find pleasure in the smallest things and beauty in the strangest places.
Labels: arm hammer cat litter, cat humor, jessica myers-schecter, litter, love, minerva jane, rod schecter, tazza brooklyn
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