Pussy-Whipped

It's true. We are pussy-whipped. Our fourteen-year-old fluffy black kitty Nxi rules us with a velvet-covered iron paw.




She has rather rigid rules, and any time we transgress we are punished most severely.

Our transgressions have included

• a robotic litter box (two different failures of two different models)
  
• disposable litter boxes
  
• litter made of orange peels
  
• litter with high-tech crystals
  
• plastic liners
  
• hooded litter boxes
  

She gives us the execratory equivalent of a cuff to the ear, as if to say, You're not paying attention! Let's go back to square one

As you might guess from the list, we are rather slow to learn. Fortunately, Nxi has infinite patience and will do what it takes (wherever it needs to be done) to get us to focus on the centrality of the litter box to our relationship, indeed, to our lives and our home.