PLEASE April, flush the toilet! or in cat language, cover your sh*t!
I think April has 'icky-phobia'.....her own private litter box seems toxic to her.
She'll stare at it forever before hopping in, as if she's reading her last rites.
When she's finally in, paws barely touching litter, she looks totally disgusted.
I know she's thinking this bodily function stuff is for the birds, not for her.
Well, thank God for Pierre. I just hope April is paying him darn good for cleaning up after her.
As soon as she runs out of the litter box, Pierre runs in and gets to work.
He digs, he uncovers, he covers, and makes sure it's good to go for her next visit.
He even scrapes the floor and the wall like he's wiping everything down for her.
He finishes up, stops by April, who is standing behind the door, licks her face once, as if putting a dab of perfume on her, and slowly makes his way back to the couch.
Wow, now that's maid service. I should buy him a uniform.
