So the following talk should never have taken place.
"There you go. Brandnew litterboxes."
"Pink????"
"They have three colors, but you get what's next on the pile, so pink, yes."
"Pink????"
"Now what's the problem? Would you have preferred the light blue or the kiwi green?"
"We used to have a decent dark blue and burgundy red with grey. Decent's the word. Do I look like a pink kind of guy to you? Don't sigh at me, answer my question."
"Actually I think it looks great with your black fur. Not that I intend to take pictures of you in your litterbox ... which you should be very grateful for."
"Making fun of me does NOT make this better. You are walking on very thin ice."
"Are you threatening me?"
"Could be."
"So what do you have in mind. You don't think of boycotting the boxes, do you?"
"I am not going to tell you. Just expect whatever whenever."
"You know I am the hand that's feeding you, right?"
"You know I am the claw that could get you in your sleep, right? You'd make for a fine meal for a few days."
"Says the cat who is super picky about his food."
"I have priorities. My male pride is one of them."
"Ok, maybe I'll get a box just for you. I saw a nice one at the shop. Dark blue."
"Why are you giggling? What's going on in your small human mind now?"
"Well, the blue has glitter in it."
That was when I turned around to go and shred something. I can only take so much.
