The Cat Door

by carolynholm

Dear Puffin,

Which one of you is kicking the litter out of the litter boxes?

Carolyn

 

Cher Madame,

Why does Madame address this question specifically to moi?

Regards,

M. Le Poufin

 

Dear Puffin,

Because I hear a whole lot of scritch-scratching in there, and then you emerge from the litter closet. So I’m pretty sure it’s you.

Love, Carolyn

 

Cher Madame,

Je crois it is the Mia who is making the mess.

Regards,

M. Le Poufin

 

Dear Puffin,

I don’t think so, honey. She’s in and out of there pretty quickly. I think it’s you. You tend to make a big deal out of things.

Love, Carolyn

 

Cher Madame,

Toujours le sarcasm.

Regards,

M. Le Poufin

 

Dear Puffin,

It’s not sarcasm. I just want this mess to stop. There is a pile of litter in front of each box.

Love, Carolyn

 

Cher Madame,

It is peut-être the moronic cur Poppy who does this thing.

Regards,

M. Le Poufin

 

Dear Puffin,

You need to stop insulting Poppy. She is not a cur, and not a moron. She’s a sweet little dog. And there’s no way she can get into the furnace closet to get to the litter boxes.

Love, Carolyn

 

Cher Madame,

She probably squeezes herself through le cat door.

Regards,

M. Le Poufin

 

Dear Puffin,

She can’t fit through the cat door, Puff. In fact YOU can barely fit through the cat door. If you gain any more weight you’ll get stuck there.

Love, Carolyn

 

Cher Madame,

Toujours le sarcasm. Meanwhile, moi I dominate le litter. Le litter needs airing. And re-arranging. Je suis tireless of this.

Regards,

M. Le Poufin

 

Dear Puffin,

I knew it was you.

Love, Carolyn

 

 

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