booya

So, the other day, my caregiver, muller, stoked me out so much. I've got a new kitty condo that i can't my paws off of. It's got one of those hideout domes, so I can get al cozy, and a scratching post, and a little top tier that I can perch on. I think he's a little sad that I now want to sleep in the condo, and not with him. Whatever, he'll get over it.

Also, I got a new deep dish litter box, that has like twice the space of my last one. No more tossing my poo onto the floor and playing hockey with it. good or bad?

Well, this pussy's gonna take a nap in the sun, and get a bite of food.