Husband says maybe she would like her own empty box of potting soil.It is a kindly thought, but even if she does not consider that a litter box,I am not sure I want a random box of potting soil to look after. Just one more odd thing in our house. ('Oh, that is the cat's potting soil...')
In other news, I dropped a casserole dish full of saurkraut on my foot tonight, where it shattered. Cut to my foot was small but deep, (and full of pickled cabbage.) Son made a very neat pressure bandage, and I took the rest of the evening off. I had a tea-cup full of hot saki, which I recommend if you ever find yourself in similar trouble.
I am so damn tied of the real world. I would like to go live on the Indy now.