I know all you liberals will say things like "the Middle East" or "the economy." Boo Hoo. Cry me a river. You couldn't be more wrong. Because, truly, what could possible be worse than settling down in the ole box with a few pages of the latest People, and stepping in...let's just call it "old times." Barf. Barf. Barf. Starting to see reality, yet?
My human was what you'd call a "casual scooper." No discipline. No sense of urgency. My box was as neglected as that dorky guy she used to go out with. The one who keeps calling. But I digress.
I was getting desperate. So I did a little "out of the litter box" thinking. Every time she left her computer unattended, I typed in the SmartScoop website. Then I'd stand beside my box and do my best Pagliacci -- at the top of my lungs. After about a month she started to notice a pattern. So I upped my game with a few nocturnal visits to the shoes she laid out for work the next day. Who says humans can't be trained.
Long story short: I got my SmartScoop motorized litter box and she got clean shoes. Win-win.
Later, litter buddies.
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