...because he/she can no longer stand the sight and sound of you almost barfing every time you clean the litter box.In a few days, a Litter-Robot will arrive at our door, and that day cannot come soon enough.
Due to the adjustment period with the cats and the lack of air conditioning where we used to keep the litter boxes (fact: heat plus poo equals the smell of death), we've moved them down to the laundry room, right off the kitchen. Not the ideal spot, but we can deal temporarily. I'm the one who usually takes care of cleaning up after the cats, which has never been a big deal. However, the addition of not-so-little-anymore Elvis has made this chore almost unbearable. I won't go into any details, but she's disgusting.
So when Michael told me after work the other day that he ordered a Litter-Robot, I declared him the best. husband. ever. And then laughed because this could count as an anniversary present. We've talked about buying better living room furniture (new sofa and a love seat and/or chair) in leather, which would be perfect since the traditional three-year anniversary gift is leather and we didn't buy each other gifts this year. But I'll take a Litter-Robot over better furniture any day. It's that bad.
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