Thelma Condemns 'Easy Catboxes'

I've recently learned that humans can crap into a big porcelain bowl, then flip a handle and it is all washed away -- with water(!!) -- no digging or burying necessary. Needless to say, the ease of such disposal is an invitation to moral lassitude and corruption, but it gets worse: they want the same ease and convenience when it comes to cat crap! This explains the recent proliferation of 'easy catboxes.' There's now a catbox on the market that consists of three interlocking trays, and all that's needed to clean it is to lift the top tray and sift the litter from the poo. There's even a catbox with a mechanical arm that automatically scoops the crap into an enclosed, smell-proof plastic container.

Cats of the world: these new gimmicks pose a threat to humankind's moral and spiritual development unsurpassed since the advent of the automatic catfood opener. We must guard against these easy answers! Crap on the floor if you have to! Humans must understand that crapping cleanly is hard, soul-enriching work, work they were made to do for us.

Indignation, thy name is Thelma. PAWS WAY DOWN on 'easy catboxes.'

Thelma Gets Some Chowder

Thelma is normally a very well-behaved cat; we've raised her with a clear sense of right and wrong. Sometimes, though, the civility breaks down, and a recent Sunday afternoon was the setting of one such incident. K was sitting on the couch enjoying a nice bowl of clam chowder which Thelma coveted, contrary to Hebraic law and the norms of the house. Her attack was admirably quick: it is only fair to say that she jumped from the floor and into the chowder. There wasn't a trace of wasted motion. She had a mouthful of chowder before her feet hit the surface on which she landed.

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