Submitted by joebaker on Fri, 2006-08-25 06:31.
So, I've spent the last several weeks in my new apartment in Redwood City, with my one chair, one plate, a knife, and a Thermarest. I'm flying back to DC this weekend to pick up a cat. No questions asked. Best not to look in the carrier. Just do the job.
A cat requires kitty litter. I walked to my neighborhood Petco (Supplies & Fish: What's that about? Who was their branding consultant?). As I walked in, I thought the cashier looked a little sketchy. Even if he hadn't been whispering to a drunk dude in a porkpie hat, I would have thought he was sketchy. I continued on to the kitty litter section. Who knew there could be so many choices? Pine kitty litter. Wheat kitty litter. Is it gluten free? It doesn't say. On to the refillable old-style clumbable kitty litter. Even there, there was a choice. Kitty litter for indoor cats (yes, outdoor cats don't really need kitty litter). Kitty litter for multiple cats. It covers the odors so well, each cat will think it is the only one using the litter. Sure! I'm convinced. Cat #2 is coming in a separate shipment, and I can be ready. Multiple-cat kitty litter it is.
If I'm getting kitty litter, I need something to put it in, so I get the cheapest litter pan (I just had to check the Litter Center on the Petco website to get the terminology right) I can.
I head to the checkout stand. The sketchy clerk sees the pan, and says, "That's one of the scented pans!" He sticks his face in the kitty litter pan and breathes deep, pulling in the pine? scents. It completely freaked me out. If I was going to use the pan for any other purpose, I would have left it in the store and never come back.
