Timing

Impeccable! I emptied and cleaned Baubles the Cat’s tray, put fresh litter in it, and ticked that job off my list. Five minutes later, I detected the unmistakable odour of feline faeces wafting through the house. She’d used the tray – done a Number Two and very neatly covered
it up.

Still, reading such posts as this one: Towards a feminist poetics of catblogging, makes the whole business of living with a cat worthwhile, somehow. (I just wish I could write as well about Baubles’s antics!)